ONE
Count your blessings and enjoy the ride
Have a thought and stop pretending
There’s no bus coming for you
You’re on it you fool
Where you’re standing
Do you see a sign
That’s not a queue you know
That’s a line
It might go on forever
Then where would you be
I tell you where
Still in line
Public transport
As we all know
Won’t take you where
You wanna go
It can’t cope with the demand
For destinations to far off lands
There’s just no chance for you in that queue
That huddle you’re in has nothing but pity for you
Does your arse wobble when you run
Well mine does and it ain’t no fun
It stopped once and I must confess
I caught myself trapped in a dress
Cosmic forces collected me from my transgression
And tethered me before confession
It’s no good a wise man said
To spend your life scared in bed
I think I missed the point and started to say
I find sleeping easier that way
Got sick once eating faggots
Didn’t read the instructions on the packet
Went to Ibiza with a girl called Susan
Who sunbathed a lot and whose arms were too short
What the hell if the huddle is disbelieving
I’ve had enough of them and will shortly be leaving
A wise man may be waiting
But he ain’t got time for no hesitating
You knew what to do right at the start
Quit deciding and just play your cards
Fools rush in and from your money you’ll be parted
But you’ll be living my friend the journey will have started
The thief of time will wait all day
But he likes a winner that’s why he plays.
TWO
Social insecurity and a nervous disposition
Given to bouts of destructive soul attrition
Not for the first time his head’s in the fridge
Looking for solace in a plate of biscuits
The boy needs a hobby for his idle hands
A distraction for his thoughts would ease his troubled countenance
Is my sister angry or is she just scared
We should talk, make us more aware
Ten times this has happened before
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
His brow conceived by God for the wearing of a frown
Hide the cracks he tells himself, so he’s disguised as a clown
If the smile looks forced then it probably is
Given readily though for survival purposes
If you can’t see the sense in preparation for death
You need to reconsider your stance on happiness
When does life begin? We patiently wait our turn
In the mean time we’re given money to burn
Why does he kill himself? He knows the score
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
Idiot winds blow without you knowing
Set your sails for a lesson in growing
Free from the beasts of a white man’s code
Those clever men who laid all the roads
Is your road an A or B
What’s the difference it’s hard to see
Clever men they’ll have an answer
But ask him hey, where’s the space for an incurable dancer
Get back in line Son, it’s the law
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
There’s Blood on the carpet. Is it fresh?
Spilled perhaps by a heart in distress
The cleaners gather and squat to collect
The traces of a life laid waste by neglect
It’s never easy someone quotes
A cliché from the angry suicide note
But in comes Frank with a bucket of blood
Collected that morning down in Hollywood
The cleaners pour scorn and show him the door
Is he cursed or is he just a bore.
THREE
Ever had a dream where you crashed into the moon
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And piss
Ever had a dream where you shagged yourself up the ass
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And spunk
Ever had dream where you molested your Neighbour’s dog
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And spit
Ever had a dream where you kicked your own head down the street
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And puke
Ever had a dream where you were swallowed up by the sky,
It’s happened to me once and I think I know why,
It’s not because I hadn’t slept for days
Nor was it due to my contraband ways,
I just went to the toilet before I went to bed
Count your blessings and enjoy the ride
Have a thought and stop pretending
There’s no bus coming for you
You’re on it you fool
Where you’re standing
Do you see a sign
That’s not a queue you know
That’s a line
It might go on forever
Then where would you be
I tell you where
Still in line
Public transport
As we all know
Won’t take you where
You wanna go
It can’t cope with the demand
For destinations to far off lands
There’s just no chance for you in that queue
That huddle you’re in has nothing but pity for you
Does your arse wobble when you run
Well mine does and it ain’t no fun
It stopped once and I must confess
I caught myself trapped in a dress
Cosmic forces collected me from my transgression
And tethered me before confession
It’s no good a wise man said
To spend your life scared in bed
I think I missed the point and started to say
I find sleeping easier that way
Got sick once eating faggots
Didn’t read the instructions on the packet
Went to Ibiza with a girl called Susan
Who sunbathed a lot and whose arms were too short
What the hell if the huddle is disbelieving
I’ve had enough of them and will shortly be leaving
A wise man may be waiting
But he ain’t got time for no hesitating
You knew what to do right at the start
Quit deciding and just play your cards
Fools rush in and from your money you’ll be parted
But you’ll be living my friend the journey will have started
The thief of time will wait all day
But he likes a winner that’s why he plays.
TWO
Social insecurity and a nervous disposition
Given to bouts of destructive soul attrition
Not for the first time his head’s in the fridge
Looking for solace in a plate of biscuits
The boy needs a hobby for his idle hands
A distraction for his thoughts would ease his troubled countenance
Is my sister angry or is she just scared
We should talk, make us more aware
Ten times this has happened before
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
His brow conceived by God for the wearing of a frown
Hide the cracks he tells himself, so he’s disguised as a clown
If the smile looks forced then it probably is
Given readily though for survival purposes
If you can’t see the sense in preparation for death
You need to reconsider your stance on happiness
When does life begin? We patiently wait our turn
In the mean time we’re given money to burn
Why does he kill himself? He knows the score
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
Idiot winds blow without you knowing
Set your sails for a lesson in growing
Free from the beasts of a white man’s code
Those clever men who laid all the roads
Is your road an A or B
What’s the difference it’s hard to see
Clever men they’ll have an answer
But ask him hey, where’s the space for an incurable dancer
Get back in line Son, it’s the law
Is he cursed or is he just a bore
There’s Blood on the carpet. Is it fresh?
Spilled perhaps by a heart in distress
The cleaners gather and squat to collect
The traces of a life laid waste by neglect
It’s never easy someone quotes
A cliché from the angry suicide note
But in comes Frank with a bucket of blood
Collected that morning down in Hollywood
The cleaners pour scorn and show him the door
Is he cursed or is he just a bore.
THREE
Ever had a dream where you crashed into the moon
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And piss
Ever had a dream where you shagged yourself up the ass
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And spunk
Ever had dream where you molested your Neighbour’s dog
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And spit
Ever had a dream where you kicked your own head down the street
Don’t worry if you didn’t it can’t be helped
Sleep deprivation increases your chances its true
But you might wake up covered in poo
And puke
Ever had a dream where you were swallowed up by the sky,
It’s happened to me once and I think I know why,
It’s not because I hadn’t slept for days
Nor was it due to my contraband ways,
I just went to the toilet before I went to bed
