I saw a dead fish on the pavement, and thought “what did you expect?
There´s no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet...”

Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
Into this microphone that´s amplified so you can hear it.
This piece of diction is the intro to ‘Distraction Pieces,´
That´s all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.

Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
So many typos when I write, oh, I´ll claim I´m dyslexic.
I´ve got your poem here, I´ve out it in this envelope...
I´m setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!

Most people where I live don´t know me – and I fucking like it!
Some people where I live don´t like me – and I fucking know it!
Some heads won´t know my name or give me a look, since –
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
Ha!

I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints

Nothing´s original, I stole this flow from the creator,
And from some others too, can´t think right now – I´ll name them later.
If I say ‘fuck´ a lot well then I may gain more attention;
If I say ‘cunt´ well then with some of you there will be tension.

I find this interesting ‘cause in the end they are just words,
You give them power when you cower, man, it´s so absurd.
But all that was covered by Lily Bruce, back in the day.
Nothing´s original, now I´m repeating what I say!

Paralysis through analysis could stop me here –
But that´d just be an excuse to run in fear!
So I´ll brandish the blandest man´s anguish with a round fist,
Directed at the throat of any man to call me spineless.

I will brandish the blandest man´s anguish with a round fist

I see these rappers that say things like ‘no homo´ and such;
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much...
I´m really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine –
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.

I´m known to write about the shit most people won´t discuss;
Some find my music´s too intrusive with their words and such.
You see a mouse trap – I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!

When it´s horses for courses my horse is distorted –
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
And discussed these disgusting new sources.

When it´s horses for courses my horse is distorted

I´ve seen the world; I´ve seen the good and the shitty bits;
And all I´ve got to say is “god damn, y´all are fucking idiots.”
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me –
Truth is – I don´t exist; I´m just the soundtrack to your movie!

‘Cause I´m a background figure in a story that´s all descriptive,
And what I feel´s just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.

Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit –
There´s an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
But Al´s an alcoholic and I´m a fucking schizophrenic,
So I´ll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it...