Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I
See your fucking face again
I
I
I thought I was getting better
I must think I
This year
Shithouse
Had a thought that poked me
Had a brainwave that fucking soaked me
I am heavy when wet
My youth sparks a truth to provoke me
But that boy will never known me
I
I had a day that broke me
I had the words but they fucking choked me
Cooked in petrol breath
Ten years to hold me
Armchair martyr, thou be
I
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I
See your fucking face again
I
I
I thought I was getting better
I must think I
This year
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I
In the mind there lives a louse
Shithouse
Frocks, Smocks and two smoking Beryls
Leave the ledges for the ferals
Here
And another cuppa tea for your perils
You
Man is death
You
And barking at the fog
When you run to the winds and whistles
Leave a ribbon around the thistles
You
Looks like you
But you can
Time to get a wiggle on
A bit of that
You can
And life ain
Never in a million fucking years
Did I ever think I
See your fucking face again
I
I
I thought I was getting better
I must think I
This year
Shithouse
I thought I was getting better
I must think I
In the mind there lives the louse
Shithouse