Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Saturday, 8 December 2012
112. Party Political Broadcast By Who Gives a ****
I'm saving up to go away
Not to be tied to the same state
Every fucking day
The bitter eyes
Are penetrating right through me.
I don't want to be part of this
Another agenda
On the ballot shit
I might as well spoil my paper
And laugh all day.
Hahahah
Fuck Cameron and his wife
Fuck Brown and his dog
Fuck the others
Their all too Grey
And fuck the independant
They're too narrow.
Fuck this oh so called life
Why the fuck do I even strive
To hold the beliefs of the UK sound
When the Euro is barely worth a fucking pound?
Why on Earth do I stay?
Living on this modern wage?
This life I live is nothing more
Than Narcoleptic
Dreams
Things fall in a fucked up way.
This will never be the same
Why bother going back to slavery
When All I say
Is this:
Fuck Cameron and his wife
Fuck Brown and his dog
Fuck the others
Their all too Grey
And fuck the independant
They're too narrow.
Fuck this oh so called life
Why the fuck do I even strive
To hold the beliefs of the UK sound
When the Euro is barely worth a fucking pound?
Fuck your paper all right up.
Fuck your wages;
They've gone tits up.
Fuck your mind
And unwind
To the reality
We hold in
The sudden weekly din
Of all that is barely new.
Of all that is barely new Uh hu hu.
Fuck Cameron and his wife
Fuck Brown and his dog
Fuck the others
Their all too Grey
And fuck the independant
They're too narrow.
Fuck this oh so called life
Why the fuck do I even strive
To hold the beliefs of the UK sound
When the Euro is barely worth a fucking pound?
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