its a pitter patter all the work of your grey matter all the ashes that you scatter and you just keep gettin fatter if you stop you are a nutter eatin shit with bread an butter while the kids are in the gutter why not have another flutter your life is like a ride dip and duck an slide it is dark on the inside think you still have your pride fifty nicker to your brother fifty more now to some other you think your goin to smother why not some to your mother then the shit will hit the fan which was made in south Japan like the hot oil in the pan spittin at you cos it can a life partner by your side now you don’t need to hide safe and cosy here inside will she take you for a ride night is fallin in the rain its so cold here once again fucking time to get the train I wish it was sunny spain tea and coffee by the bed it was time we all were fed time the chicken should be bled by tomorrow we’ll be dead its all rubbish by the road dropping bloodshed by the load killin every greedy toad its the bullshit that you sowed The night it’s buzzin Going out Jagin with your couzin Givin out your lovin Broken hearts are cheaper by the dozen Time to get the bag in No more messing no more draggin Throw that heavy sack in This time tomorrow we’ll be shaggin

May 2014