Beaming bright thru’ the dark of night
All right, all right, convinced of your might
Just like shite, you started a fight
A sorry sight, your flag turned to white
Out of spite, someone did you right
Now seven shades light, happy smiling faeces
Month: February 1988
Fishbowl – 27th February 1988
I’m inside looking out at you
I see you’re much bigger than me
You look pretty weird thru’ the glass
But that’s where I would like to be
I wanna be weird like the rest of you
So you won’t just treat me as a pet
I wanna feel important like you do
But I wonder how far you would get
In my world
Grown Up – 24th February 1988
You’re grown-up when you’ve turned
Into the people you watched when you were young
No matter how I old I am, I’ve learned
That my age is not going to ruin any of my fun
Kiss And Tell – 23rd February 1988
Everywhere you go people just look the same
An idea of sex is usually found in their name
What’s going on? Just tell me the score
You can’t tell the girls from the boys anymore
Fifty – 22nd February 1988
Half a century gone
Have I another to come?
Fifty years and nothing’s changed
Everything just seems the same
New surroundings, same old shit
Another fifty years? Forget it!
Woods – 21st February 1988
Play in the woods in my backyard
Concrete streets are too rough and hard
Fall in the softness of the grass
Saving you from a painful arse
They came and cut down my lovely wood
Destroyed everything they could
New houses where they needn’t be
They didn’t leave a single tree
Everything, I guess, must take its toll
The trees ended up as toilet roll
Twenty Pence – 20th February 1988
You stop me in the street
Like everyone you meet
“Lend us twenty pence, mate”
But you’re in such a state
You complain that I couldn’t give a shit
I’d give you twenty pence
If I thought you were worth it
Logic – 18th February 1988
Don’t tell me about logic
I got ten fingers I can count
Don’t confuse me with long words
Just go ahead and spit it out
You say logic is to maintain ease
Will someone explain what you mean, please?
Next To Nothing – 17th February 1988
Standing next to nothing
Makes me look so good
I would give everything
You know that, if I could
Next to nothing is all I had
But that’s all you can take away
Nothing multiplied to make even more
Now there’s nothing else to say
Changes – 16th February 1988
Certain changes come
Just like the seasons
Just as easy to predict
But difficult to see reasons
You changed from a swelter
And led me to find shelter
I could see the changes come
But waited until you were done
Hard now to find a reason
Cos you will change again next season
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