Swedish Magazines - Head on Ice

We trade off tricks like economy
Set sly traps for what we just set free
Even vanity's grown sick and tired
When flattery isn't undermined
We love our fibs and we love our fools
And we'll kick the cat if it gets us through
Aint a friend to me but I'm endeared to you
Cause I'm a tall man standing next to you
I got piss in my pocket and now I'm losing my way
Aint gonna let no friendly fucker ruin my day
I aint painting your portrait so stop pulling my chain
Keep it up and I promise you won't do it again
You see, I'm careful to meet you but I'm matter of fact
It's just too easy to love and get stabbed in the back
So stop touching my shoulder, you don't know where it's been
You can rub, you can scrub, but you never get clean
Cos you can't get it off
Tell me, haven't I seen you down on the government's door
Getting high while you're on your knees cleaning the floor
Said the head on ice, it won't happen to me
Picking the shit off the carpet like a chimpanzee
I tried to love but you made it as hard as you possibly can
You're in love until you find a better man
But you can double the poison, you know the remedy's fine
We all laugh while our conscious is robbing us blind
Pick pockets your mind
Don't think it's never happened to me
Living in the shitty

(lyric and music Van Walker)

Written by:
DONOVAN WALKER

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