[Intro feat. Miss Baby Sol]
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Be it a penny for your thoughts or a pound for your flesh
[Verse 1 feat. Lazy Habits]
It's that precise point of impact
Deep within the think tank
Syntax error in my memory banks
So sincerely thanks
But my once oiled machinery
Like British weather drearily, seems to keep deceiving me
Bleeding me of reason and ability to hold feeling
Emotion on the run committing treason
Like it's killing season
Out patrolling these cold streets for no reason
Damn it's so freezing
But still I'll keep reaching
In the hope that one day I'll eradicate these character flaws, pause
Thinking that life needs to bring a little more before it stops
Cools and falls like Niagara
In need of Viagra to jumpstart this celibate soul
Well I tried to see the future but tomorrow'd been sold
I might be digging tunnels but I'm never the mole
Perhaps I see why some of these people they refuse to lift their blindfolds
The plunge pool is just too cold
Joints are too strong and I'm just too old
For some of these excuses that I've been sold or since spent
Venting my frustrations on my own sentiment
Relentless rent
Books of blank cheques my mind can't cash
Catch a thought well I thought that I caught at least something
But then I wake up in a bed of nothing
Endless earth sets nothing but the stars
[Chorus feat. Miss Baby Sol]
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
[Verse 2 feat. Skinhorse]
See my head is so fucked up, I need to get counselling
My house is so fucked up, I need to get the council in
Bricks in all the walls, but none in the gaps
I've got water in my lungs, but none in the taps
I've got a seven pound Walkman with iPod headphones
Walking by the Dead Sea in the Dead Zone
Thoughts let roam as I'm led home along a lonely shore
By the clone of my long dead dog hopping on his only paws
Sky looks like a soda stream
Listen to this machine, trying to decode a scream
Tell me, are androids really supposed to dream of electric sheep, in electric fields?
I dream of an ocean green teeming with a commotion of electric eels
Moving in concentric wheels
This is emergent behaviour, forming complex shapes in the Tetris maze brain of this nexus eight
Had a Stepford wife and the sex was great
We cried oil tears, they dried up like Texas lakes
Is this the end, let's just wait and see
Or wait for the next bus – there's three!
[Chorus feat. Miss Baby Sol]
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
[Verse 3 feat. Skinhorse]
It's the crowd that moves, that puts the groove in us
As long as we keep on moving, they'll keep on forming a queue for us
I spit enough clues, the truth won't be eluding us
Pupils see my pupils, marvel at the Doctor Doom in us
I know that human's lust, so in doom I trust
Raise this tomb to the ground, and spray the room with dust
My father's in the room with us, hearing the tune with us
Feeling the groove with us, I can't see him now, but I will soon enough
[feat. Lazy Habits]
These retorts fall, distort more
The angles of this legacy
The more I learn, the less I want to earn for this thieving heresy
Feast to the ears and eyes has got me wishing I was deaf and blind
Declined so many times I almost died in a damn dining chair
We're in a house of disrepair, fractions of these nightmares
Glare through cracks and crevices in boarded doors through weakened walls
Running from room-to-room to keep evading
Corridors are narrowing, my mind's close to a cave-in
[Chanted feat. Miss Baby Sol]
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, so thanks for the memories
[Chorus feat. Miss Baby Sol]
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, thanks for the memories
Penny for your thoughts
Pound for your flesh
Do you really have enough time to invest?
First word's the hardest
My mind's like the T.A.R.D.I.S
With banks for the memories, so thanks for the memories
