Saturday, 29 October 2011

Menopause

Life is my coffin
Alone, cold, being eaten by maggots
Any which way you turn you see darkness
Any which way you turn you get bitten
Better to be alone init
Rather than break free and sin it
Wasteman sitting there with his arm around next gyal
Pulling her in with his poisonous wrath
I got myself reeled in too
The hooks still in my mouth
Wanna pull it out ‘n’ dash it at his head
Oh Joe, you’re such a hoe
But a man with a challa just does it for me
I’m weird like that
No-one will ever get me
Why do so many just come and go
I wanna scream
Walk that beam
Fall off the edge
Hit my head on glass
Smoke a bit of grass
I’m a rabbit
Follow me down the hole
People dressed up as devils
Why make it obvious
There’s a devil inside us all
Towards the light you crawl
Ah but the light isn’t light
It’s fire
Ha, he got you didn’t he
Connect the cuts, connect the cuts
Doesn’t make sense
My voice is breaking
Just hit puberty
Way past puberty
Awaiting the menopause
I fuckin’ miss my spoon
Such a frikkin goon
Stick to me
Only then I’ll be free
Just me and my invisible friend
All friendship is invisible anyway
Saw those people from the past
Sheesha Lounge Cheetham Hill
Bare memories bruv, bare memories
Dancing and singing
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
Seeing people do big things
I’m proud
Gotta stand out from the crowd
It’s Halloween
Nah it ain’t
You people act like it’s Christmas already
But Santa’s an undercover alcoholic
All dressed in green
Ah shit mate, you just removed my spleen
It doesn’t even hurt no more
Just a sense of...
N...O...T...H...I...N...G...N...E...S...S.

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