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letra de the dent, the midget and the parcel - lee scott

[intro: lee scott]
wake up.. wake up…

[verse 1: lee scott]
i woke up, or at least i think i did
momentarily shocked – i wasn’t still a kid
i was thirteen in my dream
i shouldn’t – but kicked the covers off me – now i’m in the kitchen with a cup of coffee
“the f-ck is wrong lee? i thought you hate this sh-t
it makes you feel mad and you don’t even like the taste of it”
i pour the rest in the sink, [?] the mug on the side
notice there’s a dent in the fridge, now i’m wondering why
i’m sure i’ve never seen that sh-t before
and “bang bang!” it sounds like the police are at the door
and i’m not sure as to whether i should answer it
but i’m already at the door and there’s another angry bang on it
i think to meself “lunge forward and f-cking strangle it”
the worst is bound to happen, i imagine it, i plan for it
take a deep breath and compose meself
then unlock the door and open in a single cautious motion
stand back, i gasped in startle
to find a midget on me door step, tryna play a game of pass the parcel
i take the package from this four foot, hateful savage
and slam the door shut, like “what the f-ck!?”
i [mission all?] six steps to the kitchen
carrying this anonymous box of goods
i stare at the dent in the fridge door, tryna think:
“should i make another coffee just to pour it down the sink?”
and i’m hungry but how is someone this fuming supposed to eat?
so i just walk back to me room and i go to sleep
a crazy hateful midget flipped his lid
and i jumped and woke up, or at least i think i did
and that’s enough to fill you with a sickening mixture of dread and spite
and it was either getting dark or getting light
i rode over, knocking something off the end of me bed
and a [?] dreadful scenario’s entered me head
i thought to meself:
“if i’m gonna perish now i might as well at least try and get some sleep”
so i drifted off into the land of nod, dot dot dot…
i woke up, this time i knew i did
me chest was tight, i was definitely getting light
and i wondered what the weather’s like
i used me elbows to push meself to the end of me bed to check
and i go to put me feet down onto the floor and step
onto a foreign object that wasn’t there before
someone must’ve crept in while i was catching z’s
and left a strange parcel – i scratched me head
i wondered what it could be; suspicion gets the best of me
i put it back down on the ground, where i found it
and slowly backed out of the room, all the way to the kitchen
where i noticed this dent on the fridge, and-
i had this vision of some sort of strange
psychotic hobbit; midget
then i hear the bang on the front door
it sounds like the police, sh-t
i smashed straight through the window and bailed down the street
with glass in me hands and feet

- lee scott

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