I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE MATE

[Intro - glottal stop: all ʔɔːl, before "death", before "bereft", on "back", setˀback, before "psy-che" — diphthong: "Ti-tian's" /tɪʃənz/, "be-reft" /bɪˈrɛft/, "think" /θɪŋk/ — falsetto: "to-tal", "no-wak", break on "cleft" — triphthong: "con-tri-tion" /kənˈtrɪ.i.ən/, "wrong" /rɒʊŋ/ — warble: final syllable "Ti-tian's", "left", "banshee" — glissando: descending on "brink" D to A — siren cry: descends on "act", rises on "song"] i say unto all the polite Titian's in act of such selflessness contrition the untimely death of henry nowak has left all bereft - a merciless act to both right & left, as all now step back death where is thy cleft? - a total set back to all of those who think some ink here stinks his killer's in clink - a life on the brink that responded wrong to song maybe of siren banshee within his psyche? [Pre-Chorus - glottal stop: before "ink" — diphthong: "kind" /kaɪnd/, each vowel of "oak ray's fake hunts" /əʊk/ /heɪ/ /eɪk/ /hʌnt/ — falsetto: "gen-tle", "in-dif-fer-ent" voice breaks on "dif" — glissando: upward on "ken"] what killed this kind, gentle man seems to be beyond the ken of those in media's pen & ink - i see policemen totally indifferent blind to seeks " oak ray's fake hunts " [Chorus - glottal stop: "i ˀdon't", on "mate" ʔmeɪt — diphthong: "po-li-tics" /pɒlɪtɪks/, "in-nate" /ɪˈneɪt/ — falsetto: "of-fi-cer", lift on "in-nate", on "de-bate" — triphthong: "ar-bi-ter" /ɑːbɪtə/ — warble: "chess", "same" — glissando: rising on "check-mate", down to silence on final "mate"] politics, like hens h ess, is a game of pea sea chess where hard cheese cake officer archies the sole arbiter whenever you say 'checkmate!' i win!' his reply innate is sadly always the same "i don't think you have, mate!"...it's never up for debate!...."i don't think..... you have, mate!"..."i don't think..... you have, mate!"... [Verse 1 - glottal stop: on "starˀ", on "lossˀ", before "blamed" — diphthong: "er-rors" /ˈɛrəz/, "blame" /bleɪm/, "in-ane" /ɪˈneɪn/, ʔlaɪd on each "lied" — falsetto: crack on "rid-dled", on "in-ane", scream-sing on "de-nied" — triphthong: "truth" /truːɪθ/ — warble: "sick", "lame" — glissando: descends on "blame", on "say-ing", up on "de-nied"] truly star merde errors so error riddled brain's, at a total loss - 'derr? i don't know who's to blame!' oblivious to sick obviously deadly game of hide the truth & seek to never accept blamed as rod's confused, so lame, speaks word salad inane strangely never saying 'yet time and time again seeks lied, lied, lied, lied, lied as all facts they denied! [Verse 2 - glottal stop: on "nowˀ", "merˀ-it", "toot sweetˀ", "assˀ under" — diphthong: /naʊ/ on "now", "yeah" /jeɪ/, "eigh-ty" /eɪti/, "hue" /hjuː/ — falsetto: "fat-tened", "chest", "hooves", rise on "hove" — warble: "fat-tened", "yeah", "come", "hue" — glissando: up on "wal-let", descending on "un-der", up on "hove" — siren cry: sustains on "chest", on "move"] as a result rod's now wearing mac's fattened vest & jock straps as wallet like a canny yeah west chastity belts merit too worn high up on chest avoiding eighty one toot sweet brute's votes that come to remove ground under prime mini stirred rod's hooves so as seizer, goes ass under in sea side move maybe, stately hue goes home in angela's hove? [Bridge - diphthong: "ain't" /eɪnt/ — triphthong: "det-ri-ment" /dɛtrɪmənt/ — warble: "ain't"] leaders you can't appoint if it's to detriment of the whole of country politics ain't fun see [Final Chorus - repeat Chorus cues above] politics, like hens h ess, is a game of pea sea chess where hard cheese cake officer archies the sole arbiter whenever you say 'checkmate!' i win!' his reply innate is sadly always the same "i don't think you have, mate!"... it's never up for debate!.... "i don't think..... you have, mate!"... "i don't think..... you have, mate!"... [Outro - glottal stop: "heiˀ-nous", "lawsˀ", "billsˀ", "kill'sˀ now", "ˀin-hu-mane" — diphthong: /tɪəz/ on "tears", "live" /lɪv to lʌɪv/, "ilk" /ɪlk/ — falsetto: on "tears", "e-vil", "mon-sters", held on "e-ter-ni-ty" — triphthong: "god's", "mi-grants" — warble: "god's", "all", "mi-grants" — glissando: on "tears", descends on "e-vil", rises to highest note on "e-ter-ni-ty"] far many more than two tears will be cried after this heinous kill as all know it was not god's will', but Pete's seeks of darkness evil as lay bores sick laws & ducked bills flatter thus to kill will to live still depopulating as right to kill's brought to those of "merde-err-uss" will whether they're home grown monsters of ilk lee more bar tat or migrants milk of inhumane kind, nesting within vile minds of "must kin shafter all" now we must ensure dear henry's remembered for eternity!