I haven't drunk enough yet
to forget about that stuff yet
I'll have to drink some more

and it's always when the floor
looks so familiar that my finger on the
trigger lingers longer.

they'll write a song about it probably
and I won't get the royalties
everyone is ******* me
it's a wonder
that I'm not with child.  

no one got no oil
suppose that's why
there are so many dipsticks
looking dry
and
no **** in town, there's
no one high
I
am on the beach
the sand eels crying for the rain
seagulls wanting chips
time slips under and like the
ships
I wonder
is the port
Madeira,