My cortex dissolves its crisp moon imploring like a painting
and went out on the drug
New Year’s Eve they just sat there We were cracking
the worst we got was a stony peck
At home you’d be floorboarded The boss’s a real tumbler
showers like birthdays
Still we had the hash He thinks it’s garlic
The others were a bit sarc-y but you end up friends
in these war rooms I look out at the greyness and save more
probably Istanbul or Spain the guys’re divine
There used to be an eleven but they’ve all pitched off
into Outer Mongolia or something She throws the fags
It was lashing everywhere when I clicked the tickets
deciding on a country Her dust voice He was a jerk a retread
If you want a shower I’ll sneak you through
Another cover pours from the system
Give the club scene a miss Acid’s died in the arse
I don’t really go in for all that non-discrimination sensuous shit
Still we were total’d in Summer
I put away about 50 a week double-shifts married to the pub
She shivered I listen to their diminishing brain cells
and the sloppy histrionic hotel music like a church