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  • Thou Shalt Always Kill
  • The Beat That My Heart Skipped
  • Look For The Woman
  • Letter from God To Man
  • Angles
  • Development
  • Fixed
  • Tommy C
  • Rapper's Battle
  • Back From Hell
  • Magician's Assistant
  • Waiting For The Beat To Kick In
  • Cauliflower
  • Sick Tonight
  • Great Britain
  • Get Better
  • Five Minutes
  • Stake A Claim
  • Inert Explosions
  • The Beat
  • Last Train Home
  • Snob
  • Cowboi
  • Stunner
  • Look For The Woman (Zane Lowe Remix)
  • Thou Shalt Always Kill - Sunday Best Cosmic Dub
  • You Will See Me
  • Waiting for the Beat to Kick in...
  • Sick Tonight (Doctor P Remix)
  • Gold Teeth
  • Nightbus Sleepers
  • Waiting For The Beat To Kick In…
  • Terminal
  • Get Better (Album Version)
  • Porter
  • Heroism
  • A Letter From God To Man
  • Entity
  • Thou Shalt Always Kill - Original Version
  • Thou Shalt Always Kill - De La Edit
  • Look For The Woman (Fake Blood Remix)
  • The Beat My Heart Skipped (live on Xfm)
  • 1000 Words
  • Sick Tonight - Doctor P Remix
  • First Time We Met Musik
  • Stiff Upper Lip feat. Itch
  • thou shalt always kill (knifehandchop remix)
  • Stiff Upper Lip
  • Gold Teeth (feat. Flux Pavilion)
  • Thou Shalt Always Kill (RMX) (Knifehandchop Remix)

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.

Cell one is a padded little palace, within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life in that room she has been banished,
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl's damaged.
Each day when I arrive at the front gate, I hear her happy little voice say
"You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed.
At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter,
Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter.
She wont touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me'
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me.

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
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