Tricky Hell Is Round The Corner

Tricky :
I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stssy.
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 Stssy.