Mike Skinner:
I get back from touring
Suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face
At a quarter to eleven am
You're prangin' out
I see through you
I feel awful
This voice's talkin' to me
This ain't even funny
The iron's been on in my house for four fucking weeks
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid

I dare say why my manager got lairy and smacked me
These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty
Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with my brandy
The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me
Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear
I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd
So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic
Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad
Snort more tour support, and then have a drink
The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging
The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'
The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'
You're prangin' out
I see through you
These voices talkin' to me
This ain't funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid

Pete Doherty:
It stings when I ding, stings like fuck
And it's not just to rock and knock out the clock
My days are spent swerving prangs
Like Old Bill in a Jag
But reality keeps on like a nag
Stop it, stop it, before you cop it
Off the rails, on style impaled
By injustice jailed and to a tabloid crossword nailed
Junkie rocker hailed and appear in the morning too mingin' to singin'
And there's not much worse than that, except perhaps death
Prangs at night, it gets darker and darker
That light gets starker and starker
Prang is "the bends" with a capital B
Life's all mixed up of late
I can't see through you seeing through me

You're pranging out
I see through you
(trying to walk tall and look hard)
There's voices talking to me
This ain't even funny
(pranged when you're on remand and can't face the cheers and jeers of the yard)
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
You're pranging out
I see through you
There's voices talking to me
This ain't even funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
Mike Skinner:
The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now, I know she's thinking she's a bit frightened somehow
I don't think she realised why I'd invited her back to my house
I don't want anyone to see me like this right now
All sorts of thoughts rolling back in my eyes
I've been a poor sport thoughts dance in my mind
A banging headache, dancing prang by their side
Dancing with the pictures from the past of my life
I don't remember any of what I just thought at all
The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all
Panicking a bit, getting frightened of fuck all
So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle
I don't want anyone I know to see me like this
My fibs in single became lies in lists
She's gonna sell/tell no doubt
Fuck it I'm not gonna stop drinking though, I can't for now

[Chorus:]
You're pranging out
I see through you
This voice is talking to me
This ain't even funny
I see you through you
I'm about to do something stupid
Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide
Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff that makes death seem like
An easier option
I need a totally Trojan plan right now