Hell Is Round The Corner
Tricky
Maxinquaye (1995)

Tricky:
I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms, we're living on a skelter
If you believe I'll deceive common sense says you are thief
Let me take you down the corridors of my life

Tricky and Martina:
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer 'till...

Tricky:
I take further evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence
A reference to your preference to say
I'm a good neighbour, I trudge
So judge me for my labour
Lobotomy ensures my good behavior
The constant struggle ensures my insanity
Passing the indifference ensures the struggle for my family
We're hungry, beware of our appetite
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight
The kill which I share with my passengers
We take our fill, take our fill, take a feel

I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
Confused by different memories
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's become of enemies
My brain thinks bomb-like
So I listen he's a calm type
As I grow
And as I grow, I grow collective
Before the move sit on the perspective
Mr. Quail's in the crevice
And watches from the precipice
Imperial passage
Heat from the sun someday slowly passes
Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself

I stand firm for a soil
Lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy

Martina:
Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms, we're living on a skelter
If you believe I'll deceive and common sense says you are the thief
Let me take you down the corridors

Tricky:
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like
Beware of our appetite