I heard what Edgar said but who hasn’t?
I’m not in love with the outer stuff
I just want a hand to hold
When the day gets old
And I grow cold thinking about the yesteryears
Cos my love lays in a ditch
And my heart is pumping in the fridge
So why would I want your body
To get just as wet and bloody?
My aim is true
My blood turns blue
I am everything that I seem
I’ve been everywhere you’ve not been
I climb the rhyme line in clandestine
I cringe as Edgar goes on a minge binge
Stay woke as folk
I’m not even joking