Woh, woh, woh
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down

Welcome to scatter shot

Welcome to scatter shot
Keep the engine hot
Pen ink like a Pollock dripping blood
Keep it flowing and keep digging
Find something worth living
What have you got? What are you giving?
Over 5ths, drop hints, fuck you and your hits
I found more in the paint each time that I've slipped
So I'm loosening my grip

Use liquor like a wash to bring out my features
Find my shadow and shades to this metre
10 years recording these confessions
Still learning compression
Beats slaps, I blow it out
Only now know what I'm writing about
Hands blistered and keyboard blood caked
Release addiction; ideas half baked
Do this shit for my mental state

Game night at the family home, I’m bringing a loaded six
And a bottle of whisky
Saw it in the films I was too young to see
Little brother understood quickly
I’ve spent years penning these nurseries
Think simple truths best expressed simply
But I’m worried these ideas are simply cursory

Keep my goals and dreams loose leaf
Hold my sensitivities dearly
Wrote my best work in track pants
Feeling quite sad and not so quickly
But there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Some foundation or a safety net sounds great
But you know where you’ll find me

Notoriously ill dressed for the weather
Laboriously wrote down another ‘whatever’
Forgettable passage over too long a measure
Say I did for you, ‘Oh, man, my pleasure’
I’m still down if I go ‘till I’m done and all I can say is
“He got a bit better.”
A foolish tenure mysteriously with whimsey holding it together

From cradle to corduroy, crib to tweed
Spring to ocean, capillary
Keep the heart beating and that bar well stocked
I’ll rummage one more time in my little paint box
See what comes; if not through me,
I’ll still let this shit run free
Put something down; let’s see

Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Woh, woh, woh