The Streets (feat Pete Doherty) Prangin Out Lyrics

I get back from tour
and suddenly it doesn't seem
like much fun to be off my face
at quarter to 11am

[Refrain:]
You're prangin out,
I see through you
(I feel awful)
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
(The irons been on in my house
has been in for 4 f___ing weeks)
I see through you,
I'm about to do something stupid

I daren't say what my manager got lairy
and smacked me, these headaches
are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary
with my brandy, the rock and roll clich
walks in and then smacked me.
Carelessly wreckin' out prang
just to handle the fear,
I do a line but then panic
cos I feel a bit prangy.
So I glug marlon from the bottle
to ease off the pain,
then when it starts wearing off
I just feel a bit sad.
Snort more tour support
and then have a drink,
the bruise on the side of my head
is madly banging.
The only reason I started this
was to still be here laughing,
the only reason I started this
was to still be here laughing.

[Refrain:]
You're pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
I see through you,
I'm about to do something stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda distant right now,
I know she's thinking
she's a bit frightened somehow,
I don't think she realised
what I'd invited her back to my house.
I don't want anyone to see me
like this right now,
All sorts of thoughts rolling back in my eyes,
I've been a poor sport
thoughts dance in my mind,
A banging headache,
dancing prang by their side,
Dancing with the pictures
from the past of my life,
I don't remember any
of what I just thought at all,
The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, getting frightened of f___ all,
So nursing my bruise
I drink right from the bottle,
I don't want anyone I know
to see me like this,
My fibs in single became lies in lists,
She's gonna sell/tell no doubt,
f___ it I'm not gonna stop drinking though,
I cant for now.

[Refrain:]
You're pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny.
I see you through you,
I'm about to do something stupid.

My laptop must have slipped down
and gone to sleep,
Before the prang
this pain was to dawn on me,
Around the time I was sketching
trying to con some sleep,
And the new day on me
was nearly dawning in here,
I must have flaked while I inputted,
waging loads more.
Cos I staked on bookings,
way to tow the score.
Why do I break my rules
not to wager anymore?
I'd flaked on the bookings
and majorly totalled on the score,
I've got a simple problem,
but my minds spinning out,
I remembered the website
between the wine and the stout,
My rush of fear made me forget
how f___ed I had been,
This time I'm drying my eyes
and a f___ing nose bleed,
Turning my phone off
when my promo guy phones me,
The day before getting nasty
with my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the window
as it was growing heated,
He said 'Sort your life out'
as he punched me over to my feet.

[Refrain:]
You're pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
I see you through you,
I'm about to do something stupid.

You're pranging out,
I see through you,
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny
I see you through you,
I'm about to do something stupid.

Right now logic states
I need to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with rational thought it would seem
that I need to be not doing the stuff
that makes death seem like an easier option,
I need a totally trojan plan right now