HOLY HOLY

Are you serious? / I have a mind full of mischief from the science periods
When mr malone went bright vermillion trying to teach idiots
Many moons before I hung my shame on my sex and my privilege
Before we became mice minded men with kiddywinks
Before Nick went /  Before time dimmed your brilliance
Back When we huddled round cigarettes like moons
And cassettes passed hands full of punk and wu tang clan tunes
The refrain we’d say was Oi mate

Oi mate!

This is Eden / the funfair's in for a day / in for a day
then the council comes to whisk it away
leaving a litter strewn park and half a stick of candy
floss the kids are randy / Lost they're splitting tabs 
and jostling for a lick of mandy
They're off their tits and amped up
somebody stick a ramp up
they're boshing Lynx from out the lid 
and Bob's too pissed to stand up
Stacy hold him back / he's starting on older lads
Doing his Hulk impression up and down the cul de sac
Callum's teaching me to roll a fag it's skills for life
lesson five
Lesson six - trying to get inside those polyester tights
I'm in love with Bex tonight / She's wearing a Rug Rats T shirt
the soundtrack is vomit, with poppers for the reverb
What a crock of creatures we were
Seeds of gods and goddesses
Posh kids mixed in with the sons of cleaners
Newly conscious of our penises but not our limits
All of us rocked the Wu Tang / Nobody got the lyrics
Very accomplished mimics though / still in the gleam of after
Birth we learn the shape of words / Fill in the meaning after

And it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
All of it holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line

Portrait of the artist as a young eejit
Ornate as a vase sits full of dumb secrets
Always getting arsey with my mum she is
Saintly. Patient. Believing
Giving me love, applauding all my shaky-brained achievements
Making sure that there's a kitchen full of baked potato steam
For me to ride my Raleigh back to every sacred evening
Gravy stained my T shirt. We called dinner supper
My mama lived through struggle so she aimed for middle upper
We repaid her nicking stuff from Clifton that we could've bought
And Toby taught the ways of mischief to his little brother
Playing knockout ginger. Blims of hash up in the sock draw
Dominic had cable so we watched porn
learning rude German there at number fourteen, 
However small it seems, nothing's deeper than your story

Cos it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line
And it is holy holy
these are the stones that know me
Leave em alone and never move them
I have built a shrine
and it is holy holy
These are the roads that growed me
I'll take em with me to the finish line
Finish line

And if you see him up there tell him mickey finn’s closed
Tell him I’m still looking in at windows 
trying to write raps & metaphors
Tell him griptape doesn’t scuff my daps anymore
And Stokes Croft is covered in coffee shops like coldsores
Tell him Eddie still never calls up, but it is all love
Tell him kids smashed the storefront singing my chorus
How d’you like them onions? Tell him I may never break through / but we’ll go for a fuckoff massive skate if I do
It’s all holy.