Stay in bed ’til ten
Get up and get pissed again
Back to bed at four
That’s what Sundays are for
Up again at eight
Down the pub, it’s not too late
Try and get in by one
That’s another boring Sunday gone
Month: April 1988
*Nik Turner – Mr C’s, Poole, Dorset, UK – 30th April 1988
You – 29th April 1988
Something that you do
You’re just like two and two
Like dumplings and stew
It’s you and only you
You’re one of the lucky few
John Peel – 28th April 1988
From thrash to Zimbabwe
How the bloody hell can he
Play so much shit
And get away with it?
Another Slag – 27th April 1988
Talk to me but no more shit
I’d like to see you but your face don’t fit
I know what you want but you won’t get it
Another slag looking for another hit
She says take me – I’ll throw you away
Someone will have you – just another lay
More than you deserve – that’s what I say
I can see your act – your stupid play
Another slag – another day
No way
Looks Like Hungerford Again – 26th April 1988
Killer on the loose
Six guns in use
He’ll shoot you dead
So his letter said
Here we go again
It’s Hungerford again
Police ill-prepared
No one fuckin’ cared
If he shot himself
Justified everyone else
Yawn – 25th April 1988
I’m tired again
I slept a couple of days ago
Just gotta yawn
Sleep just keeps saying no
In public or home
I gotta perform
I Feel Ill – 24th April 1988
I feel ill
I feel ill
Eating my tea
Watching telly
I feel ill
I feel ill
Watching operations
And human mutations
I feel ill
I feel ill
The Time – 23rd April 1988
Are you watching the time?
Oh no, she’s late again
Minutes are ticking by
And it’s pissing down with rain
Know what I mean?
Are you watching the time?
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