Cheers: J, Robert Wyatt, Elvis Costello, Clive Langer
and drafting up the press releases for the front page.
Citizens drown their sorrows all in a drunk rage
or culture unreality in brains with a skunk haze.
Self-medication got me stressing and questioning
the possession. The lesson was suspect from inception.
Grit in our eyes when we could be diving for pearls,
seems like everybody's striving for the end of the world.
Minstrel boy went to war, she washes up his coffee cup,
heart blacker than anything striking miners be coughing up.
Pray to the carpenter's father knocking up the coffins
as we go down with the same ship we sailed off in, as we
batten down the hatches and hoist up the mainstay,
line up the soldiers, send them off the war the same day.
Water off a duck's back; lambs to the slaughter.
The ships went down in the shallowest of water.
No comments:
Post a Comment