Vincents Tale - Self Portrait

[Intro]
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[Pre-Verse]
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[Verse 1]
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Come on, let's have it,
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you miserable prick
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I will do what I want,
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I will drink till I'm sick to my stomach
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I'm sick of the same boring songs
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I am sick of these pavements I find myself on
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Great Britain, I hate you,
I'll say that with pride
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It's my right to be violent when you fed me lies
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I'm a rotter, a menace when I want to be
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And I've worked for that right because nothing comes free
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I have slaved all my life in a dull ninetofive
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I just rinseandrepeat while I'm barely alive
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Great Britain,
I loathe you with murderous glee
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I will do to this country what you've done to me

[Verse 2]
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Destroy
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  I want to tear apart   these buildings from these cinder
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blocks   they stand
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Leave this town in dust and rubble,
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make some trouble with   my hands
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I won't lie, I'm fucking wasted,
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but I wasted all   my youth
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And I stay so damn complacent getting wasted is my truth
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So my style of selfexpression  is a fist into   the
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gut  It's throwing up upon these pavements
"Shut your fucking mouth, you slut"
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Banished angel, I  am Lucifer,
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  my reign like Genghis Khan
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Soon you will all know   my name,
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I am the storm after the calm
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I'm the victim of the victimless,
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the pill that makes you sick
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I am chaos incarnate
"Let's fucking have it then, you prick!"

[Verse 3]
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Now the rules of the street fight are simple
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It's pretty much anything goes
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Keep in the street,
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pretty firm on your feet
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It pays to be sweet on your toes
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And fools they have fallen  for clumsy mistakes
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Late to react, cop the fist to the face
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Now the rules at the street fight are simple
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Break that little prick's nose

[Verse 4]
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Throw a punch, he swallow it, follow it
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Grab the collar,
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quick hollowtip like karate kick
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Martial art master, spark a bitch
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Park a fist on the landing strip
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Carnage, it finds the cartilage
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Karma served like a carbonated cola on a crucifix
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Kill, Vincent wanna kill,
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who blood gets spilled
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Move, doubletap, rude boy,
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kill or be killed
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Do it for the fun, blud,
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do it for the thrill
Blue lights, boy run, blue lights,
boy chill

[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
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So it goes in the absence of the light
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The devils sow a seed in idle minds
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Vincent was shaken, run from the law
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Hide from the bacon, crouch on the floor
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The call to war made him hate the world,
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 the world
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Spits on him, rapes him, hits him,
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kicks him
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When he's down and that shapes him

[Verse 5]
He hears the sound of a copper,
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hot up on his tail proper
Vincent off his rocker
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Bothered by the lie that Britain sold him,
what a shocker
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Where greedy eat the poor, a holy war,
the chosen prosper
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But some  are never chosen,
they stay frozen in the locker
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Destined to survive in nine to five and watch the clock,
but
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Don't think about reality,
my little happy shopper
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A brandnew show on Netflix to distract you from the horror
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And swallow all your morals for a retweet or a follow
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And shadowban the problem, man,
a soul sold for a dollar
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And keep the fight amongst yourself,
don't think about the squalor
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The systems that impose it,
or the rules that we all honour
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And fuck  it, Vincent cooked to boiling point,
he's cannon fodder
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So what's the use in running,
he's already in the locker?
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He's careless with his actions now,
a clumsy motherfucker
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He turned to face his fate
'Cause fate's a bitch and none will stop her

[Verse 6]
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Richard was an officer who stood at six foot three
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Was his first day back at work after a time of absent leave
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Working London on the night  shift,
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what he didn't think he'd see
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Was a boy with a guitar,
bruised and battered on his knees
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But Richard lived in caution now,
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tormented by his past
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Not so quick to find a trigger,
not so fast
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But Richard was a righteous man who lived inside the law
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So he leapt upon poor Vincent and he cuffed him to the
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floor