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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