Scratchin the dirt again
Flirtin in the path again
Hatchin out a plan for a meal of food
Its not a conversation
Its an oration of opinion
U shud thinking of your condition
In the position yr in
Precision in every component of the plan
Decision in every moment if ya can
Good wishes an cassarole dishes
Have a whole new tint
Starin at ya from the sink
Bringin ya to the brink
Old crone
Rotten to the bone
Sittin on ya throne
Like a master of nuthin but a
Number crunchin mass of real crime
Keeping the speal in time
Tryna to the slime is
Another horse,saucy stuff.
Xmas is lovely
Like excema that covers me in an irritatin itch
A conspiritory bitch
Sellin me stuff
Swellin ma debts
Goin down the launderettes
Cos menai collect
Have taken my washing machine
Is this a dream?
Im afraid not
You prayed an you got
What you wanted
Consoled
Dated debts
And no home just a toaster
Finished in chrome
Oh no.
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