Cuppa Tea (feat. Matthew Harris)

Big smoke Rises in the distance Concrete jungle with a smile This is our existence Cup of tea stay a while Choose hardship over the path of least resistance Heartsick Leaving time without persistence And perceiving Mothers leaving For the streets Hearts heaving Can't sleep But how could you while there's kids thieving at your feet New reeboks complete the style Meanwhile His state of mind is futile Kettle's boiled come on and stay a while Kettle's boiled come on and stay a while See the city gave him character No pity from the barrister Today's end But hopefully not alone His best friend Old pair of earphones Would lose it when accompanied by the music New perspective reflects his mood Sometimes rejected But winner's lose Kept his problems to his business Wash them down with a pint of Guinness Watch him let go Tummy rumbles Only enough for a Freddo He had dreams of a moth And got a butterfly But butterflies die What's the story Not the plot Watch the love solidify He's just living for a laugh Couple thousand homeless and I'm still looking for a gaff And the day that changes is the day my mam misses mass All of the days and the changes Yes they go too fast Old faces and places Through the hourglass And the chance is romance is in a distant land Well how we gonna get there We've got blood on our hands Head as strong as the cobblestone North of the Liffey Reeks of testosterone Breaking limbs for a laugh I guess that was his funny bone Should have spent more time in class Than on the streets alone I'm not rough but I've seen it all Scruff to the trouser cuff Sure enough he's in handcuffs Ah sure I've seen it all In the street lies an evil What's the point so they grab the needle In need of help so I listened to the Beatles Pride and camaraderie Oozes in our DNA Aside from our democracy We seem to be okay Hypocrisy is commonly Of dreams of which astray So I'll meet you for a pint and we'll talk another day All of the days and the changes Yes they go too fast Old faces and places Through the hourglass And the chance is romance is in a distant land Well how we gonna get there We've got blood on our hands Well Lord forgive me for my sins Beliefs I never had The blasphemy begins When I was eight Straight talker Young walker It's not the last of me Akin to a gentleman Aside from all this medicine What about religion Promised us salvation While you were salvaging our children Ravishing in riches Fifty years on and they're still lathered in stitches Guess it's culturally appropriate to call you our... Sorry for my language Red wine is the anguish I seek to indulge in So speak man you're living in Dublin This is for the kids who never had shit The mothers without a husband In the midst of it vanish Now living off nothing They're living off nothing So how about that cup of tea? Sorry I missed your name what was it It's Malaki