Cig in the Breeze by The Scratch Lyrics

Looking at me
Talking to me
Touching on me
Waiting on me
Waiting on the line
A response were we always in my head?

I can see the salt on your forehead
Reppin' the breath of the livin' dead
Knock me out I am in my head

You can't see the wood for the trees
You're for the birds and the bees love
I'm going back into my head

Your talk is cheap
Theatrics weak
Piss off and give your balls a wear

Staring at the waves
And the singin' lanes
I can see the bounce of the sun rays
I just wanna be in my head
Lookin' at the cracks in your top lip
Sittin' and I wannabe worse mate
Couldn't give a rat's in my head

Smug is enough
Fuckin' it up
A cig in the breeze with no light
You'd wanna get out of your head

Your talk is cheap
Theatrics weak
Piss off and give your balls a wear

[Background arguing]

Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

Piss off and give your balls a wear