Its five past eight and the drummer and his mate are late again.
they'll miss there keyboard sound check,
its okay, its all image and pure greed,
he feels he can beg steal or borrow all he needs,
Im sure the band works out well,
but fuck you all right in to hell,
of course thats probably what you want in a truely cliched sense,
you have no chance, no change of circumstance,
its half past four and the mid life crisis' are throwing knives at,
everything theyve ever loved to believe in,
where is my goddamn barge pole, It wouldn't touch you.
where is your sense of realisation, you really are a hook faced creation. creation is as creation was, forget
it all never happened,
because, "...................................................................."
you can fill in the blank, forge a signature, make up some crank.
your skin is rotten, your long forgotten, you are a mess my dear,
have been for so many many many of the last few years,
and some things are better of said, some things are better off i'll prepared, disrepair and freedom shares,
tell some other poor sap,
cos i dont care, never did never could someone else will someone else would.
chip shop chip shop, my boyfriends in flip flops, and he's double drop.
what has happened here? oh i know but i will pretend not to see,
dirty little scene of sweat and grime,
same old scene all the time,
animal matter, served up on a platter,
the family mess, the family stress, take a test, IQ lost, how much did your status cost, i bet you gonna
be the boss, my candyfloss.
seems you all need a direction, but this time its personal,
so add a synth and a drumbeat, im sure you little crew, can have me beat, go on, im not scared of any of
you, you have no clue how what or even when what you need, want or have to do,
your ragged cracker faced crew, can stick to your needle and spoon,
if thats what you decide to choose to keep the winter evening blues away,
coronation soap or christmas day, payday beers or a rowdy set,
played in a middle class white trash sense,
where is your recompense,
and it seems that in a sense,
all your passion for anything is spent,
its okay though you can just copy me,
hence why i'll write it from you point of view,
that way you wont have to change the pretext,
roll up to the drive thru,
fourth time this week and its only tuesday,
good stuff, yeah really good stuff,
still your getting discount voucher through you door,
what else could discount vulture need more?
rhyming stanzas, maybe obvious,
worded patterns can be crosswords,
my life is so easy now,
come and get me,
you look a little rougher now,
come and get me,
and when it all comes down,
come and get me,
and even you pillow is stained brown,
come and get me.
