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'The Ballad of M.C Sickboy' - Tom McGuire & The Brassholes

*NEW SINGLE* 'The Ballad of M.C Sickboy' - Tom McGuire & The Brassholes “The Ballad of M.C Sickboy” tells the story of the single day of freedom of a young man, freshly released from prison, in which he raps triumphantly at a jam session and tries but ultimately spectacularly fails to hold it together and stay out of trouble. A tragedy soaked in dark humour, modelled faithfully on actual events. Tom McGuire - Lead Vocal & Guitar Scott McPherson - Bass Tim Brough - Keys Micah Johnston - Drums Mikey Butcher - Tenor Saxophone Mateusz Sobieski - Tenor Saxophone Josh Elcock - Trumpet Liam Shortall - Trombone Recorded and mixed by Gus Stirrat Mastered by Michael Fossenkemper @ Turtle Tone Studios Videography & Video Editting - Paul Campbell    / pauljwcampbell     / apicfrompaul   LYRICS The Ballad of M.C. Sickboy: Just out of jail after 3 years inside, cant wait to get up on the mic Spat some raps about bitches and crack, sad tale of rags to other rags I have to admit it wasn’t so bad, dropped a couple lines that hit pretty hard, man Just rapping bout the no good low down life that sickboy's had Fresh taste of freedom washed down with beer, plus anyone else’s drinks I see lying round here Don’t want to wait for the boys to set up the gear, or any other people to appear This is my stage and my moment, wait and you here Sickboy's on the mic, a said have no fear, I’m gonna rain hell fire, I’ve been waiting all these years Spit hell fire, sickboy Go on and spit hell fire, sickboy Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more Shoulda spit hell fire and up the road, but freedom seems such a heavy load Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more Moment's come and the moment's gone, three years to spit fire and then it’s done Hits the street, bums rushed out, threatened the bouncer with a shotgun and it all went south. Coulda made a new start, made a new friend, stead he starts a fight with the big doormen, man Fore you can say ingrained incarceration, he got himself the jail again. Spit hell fire, sickboy Go on and spit hell fire, sickboy Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more Shoulda spit hell fire and home to bed Now he's sleeping in a cell again Would love to stay out of trouble but the thing about trouble is that trouble, loves you more Spit hell fire, sickboy.