Monday, 15 June 2020

Bullet points



Wanted to fit in 
Who I was
Pure white trash
Working class
Personal hell
Despise a fool 
You said it John 
What to do 
Be a doormat 
Change my sex 
Get dyed black 
Go to college 
Do some sums 
Socio something 
Easy enough 
This buffoon
Flight or fight me
Outta skool 
When I was a punk 
No more heroes 
God I was drunk 
Drunk and rabid 
Germ with shoes on 
Never gonna work 
Till they shoot me
Useless eater 
Daylight lootery 
Guilt and shame 
Save me Jesus 
What’s my name 
Married divorced 
Attitude plastic 
Full on remorse 
Something drastic
Someone I’m not 
Emerald Queen 
Someone not 
Living in a lack 
Someone not 
Shadow with a body
Shadow with a body 
Cut me 
O my soul
Cut me 
Fisherman 
College was shit 
Fell too thick 
Exacerbate
My worst bits 
Cleaning fluid 
In my Guinness 
Northern wanker 
Can’t take his beer 
I am fumes 
Greasy smear 
Man of England 
In my nickers
Head’s a mess 
Downers downers 
I’m depressed 
Highly manic 
Not enough drugs 
So they say
Not enough drugs 
Cherry blossoms 
On my duck 
Ambulance blue 
Phencodyl 
Wanted to fit in
University 
Got the T-shirt 
Too big for me 
Meantime meantime 
Eat my face 
Didn’t belong 
Horrible place 
All my fault mate 
Made the wrong call 
Saw the creatures 
And the fall 
In the darkroom 
Saving grace 
Red light gloom 
Favorite place 
Wanted to fit in 
By running away 
Glad I did 
Because my children 
Because my children 
Inner child 
Buried and hidden 
In the desert 
Who I am 
Outta this joint 
Bit the bullet 
What’s the point
Let’s annul it.





















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