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
Month: February 1988
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
Budweiser – 15th February 1988
My friend drank ten pints
That was just an appetiser
He went to the bog to puke
Now my buddy is wiser
Tease – 14th February 1988
All the time I knew you
You gave me an aim to please
But now I see it’s true
You were just a prick tease
Pub – 13th February 1988
I’d sit in the pub but there are no seats
I’d count seven days but it would be a couple of weeks
I’d come and see you if I knew who you were
I’d act like a dog but like a cat, I’d purr
I’d tell you what I wanted if I knew what it was
Even if I knew I’d tell you because
Because
I’d sit in pubs…..
Born Screaming – 12th February 1988
We are delivered screaming from the womb
From then on we are given very little room
If you try to make some, they point their fingers of blame
We are born screaming and we will die the same
*Butthole Surfers, Ut – Harlesdon Mean Fiddler, London, UK – 11th February 1988
25 Dead In Crash – 10th February 1988
I heard this story on the news today
25 dead in a crash on the motorway
The cars just piled up one on one on one
Down the inside lane over a mile long
And mummy said – call me when you arrive
That was the last time she ever saw her son alive
25 dead in crash
Donate your cash
25 dead in crash
Donate your cash
“My wife died – she was so young
Was so pretty and full of fun
So I’ll take any money you want to give
Now at last is my chance to live
Sorry, you know I didn’t mean it
Give me money – every little bit!”
25 dead in crash
Let’s crash for cash
On Fire – 9th February 1988
The telephone is flaming hot
Just like my desire
I really want to call you up
And set your heart on fire
A Problem With People – 8th February 1988
You show me your friends
But they don’t make me laugh
Next time that you come on round
I’ll make sure that I’m in the bath
I’ve got this problem with people – I hate them
I’m so alone in this desperate world
I really would like to find myself a girl
But when I talk to them they just make me sick
They may be pretty but also stupid and thick
I’ve got this problem with people – haven’t I?
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