This is not life
and it's not in the fast lane,
this is what's ****** out
through your eyes
when your brain's
down the pan.

I have a plan
not cunning,
it's not
Baldrick's,
that *****'s still
eating turnips.

And while
Thomas Aquinas
wines us,
we
whine on
dine on
what life was,

this is because it's all true
whatever we do
whatever we say
we're not in the fast lane
no ******' way.