Lyrics

Matty escapes out of a mental institution and come on the blue home with his verbal pollution.

Jump on board the boat with Spazzy Matty and the blue home crew…..
Let me take you on a ride, like a trip on LSD,
Rules don’t work, don’t make no sense, and the GF brain is history.
Meet Matty, the supervisor, lost in his own Command,
Giving out orders no one understands,
Lost in the chaos, head slipping through his hands.

Step inside, take a look around,
Welcome to Blue Home, where the truth ain’t found.
Rules get bent, and the lines are blurred,
Boss man speaks, but he slurs his words.

Matty’s lost in his own command,
Giving out orders with a shaky hand.
Head full of dust, no sense, no plan,
Running in circles like a headless man.

(Chorus)
Oh, Blue Home, where the snakes all crawl,
Gaffers bluff, but they don’t stand tall.
Deals get made in the dead of night,
While the real ones graft, just to get it right.

Col gate sucks up, trying to play his part,
Gatesey lurks with a poisoned heart.
Round and round, it’s a twisted game,
But the faces change, and it stays the same.

Gatesey ran off with a tale to tell,
Snitched on the lads just to serve himself.
Creepin’ ‘round corners, whisperin’ low,
Selling out night shift just to get in the show.

Night shift crew went in too soon,
Now he’s crying to the gaffer like a wolf to the moon.
But snitches get stitches, that’s how it goes,
And everyone knows how the story unfolds.

(Verse 2)
Colin Gate whispers in the dark,
Pulling the strings, tryna leave his mark.
Talks real big, but his hands stay clean,
Watching the graft from behind the screen.

Lads work late while the rats get fed,
Gaffers cash in while we break a sweat.
They shake hands, making dodgy deals,
While we’re out here turning wheels.

(Chorus)
Oh, Blue Home, where the snakes all crawl,
Gaffers bluff, but they don’t stand tall.
Deals get made in the dead of night,
While the real ones graft, just to get it right.

Daz sucks up, trying to play his part,
Gatesey lurks with a poisoned heart.
Round and round, it’s a twisted game,
But the faces change, and it stays the same.

(Bridge)
Gaffers getting blown while they sit back tight,
Rats keep greasing up the lads at night.
No respect, just a crooked trade,
But we see through the mess they made.

(Outro)
Matty is spazza