[Chorus: Roots Manuva]

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep

Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep

[x3]

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep

Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep



[Verse 1]

I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame

I'm eighteen bits, I'm fourty-eight hertz

My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky [?]

My flirt tac-tics are so damn sublime

MY long-john greased with slippery slime

My prime cut, move ya butt, twist ya nut

From ya don't know issht then keep ya mouth shut

Hut one, hut two, hut three and hut four

A terrible phase is spendin' money wi' whores

A pastor say we shouldn't do that shit

so we sit down, reflect all the sins we commit

How many Hail Marys cut down on the dairy?

Away with the fairies, how much do my fare be?

Two travelcards, my life's so hard

I don't know my inch, from my foot to my yard

[?] my body card, make you part of me, pa



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

My sanity's back on the line again

Last year, I said I wouldn't rhyme again

But I'm, back for punishment, time again

If I should lose my good mind again

Tell my management not to waste good money

Sendin' me away to the farms of the funny

Them places only make me worse

they full'a, crooked doctors and kinky nurses

that poke you in the arse, and measure your schlong

Put that tape measure down, that practice is wrong

They thought I didn't know what was goin' on

But I, knew the crew [?] was strong

Claw-polma, oxidisa-what?

Tell me doctor, why I got purple snot

I'm feelin' happy when I know I'm sad

and now they wanna certify me mad



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

They said, "Mr Smith, please calm down

We're not here to hurt you

You're feeling a little bit paranoid

Your brain is over-heating

You're overworked, you're underpaid

and your body's taken a beating"

And I said "You're not seein' things, like how I'm seein' things

I'm seein' things that I don't wanna see

I see the devil sit right before me

Fire in his eyes as he spoke to me"

Blinked, I blinked and I pinched myself

I screamed for Jesus but it was no use

I had to face my, (awful) painful truth

Voodoo in the hills, and I'm runnin' from ghosties

Lightin' up the candles as the spooks approach me

Voodoo in the hills, and I'm runnin' from ghosties



[Chorus]