(+5 rating, 1 votes)Sinners tells the story of an ordinary guy trying different cultures on for size. Simple stories bound by clever wordplay results in an instant classic. Don’t sleep.
DR. SYNTAX
- You people crack me up
- You know that, don’t you?
- I’ve been watching you though
- Beady-eyed
- Check it, I’ve got some observations for you
- I tried to act sociable with the guys down the local
- But soon realised I was being too hopeful
- I don’t know cars and I can’t throw darts
- So I knew in my heart that I stood no chance
- I tagged along with a gang of vagabonds
- But my plans to bond went badly wrong
- I got nervous trying to rob purses
- Long before the cops surfaced
- I thought “it’s not worth it”
- I spent the night with some hippy types
- Passing the biggest pipe that I’ve ever seen in my life
- I thought plus these were all about love and peace
- But they got uppity when I finished off their fucking weed
- I tried to get friendly with some trendies
- They tried to tell me to get my hair bleached
- Know what I thought of their fashion tips?
- I said “Thanks but I’m happy with the natural look I’ve landed with”
- I tried to chill with some garage ravers
- I can’t believe what wankers they were
- You lads with rude attitudes
- Are you ever in a happy mood?
- I met some UK Hip Hop heads on the Internet
- Thinking “Yes! I’ve finally met some kids who share my interest.”
- They spent the next 60 minutes on some whinging flex
- Bitchin’ bout who they think is better: Chester P or Jehst?
- I started chilling with some indie kids
- Who dress as if they didn’t have a penny when they’re clearly privileged
- Obnoxious Oxbridge posh kids in a mosh pit
- Watched me as if I was dog shit
- I thought “fuck this”
- I went to a party full of arty-farty wannabe Dali's
- All dreaming of the day they paint their masterpiece
- Charming freaks dressed alarmingly
- So you can’t perceive the possibility that artistry's not in their arteries
- I met some footy hooligans, moody cunts
- Who can’t remember when they first threw a punch
- When I told them that I support no one
- They called me a homo and bust my nose open
- I met some lads who had recently outed
- And moved like drag queens when they pouted
- I tried to think that it shouldn’t be a problem
- But really we just didn’t have a damn thing in common
- I met some nasty girls who looked like Barbie dolls
- Dressed in Armani clothes
- I knew their hearts were cold
- They treated me like a thick inbred with disrespect
- And I don’t take shit from stick insects
- I met a couple into SM
- She was a leggy wench
- He was amongst the most scary men I’ve ever met
- They wanted me to wear leather kecks
- Come and sit next to them
- And be their ‘special friend’
- At this point I thought I needed help
- None of these subcultures offered me a spot where I could be myself
- I told them all “Fine, do what you like to
- But don’t let the limits of your pastime define you”
- Yo, where’s all the normal people gone man?
- The fuck’s up with all these…tributaries
- Tribulations of people nowadays
- It’s all so wrong
- It’s all so gloriously wrong
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