Some Other Time
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I left school, went straight on the dole
And unemployment's no enjoyment,
Welfare State owned my mind and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
But don't judge me harshly because I'm just a slum kid.
I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,
So don't double-cross me or my hoo
Drinking For 11
drinking for a living, that's just what i do
when i'm not with you
my heart goes to bed
end of the bar, that's just where i'll be
don't try and come find me
cause im already dead
with one eye tied upon the open road
i feel your presence and i can't let go
it moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind
steals every breath i have and leaves my heart behind
wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone
i wanna hear you still care
the last time i rememberyou was the last time i wasn't scared
when the night starts fading and the morning arrives
i wanna still feel you around
will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground
once more and tell me what you're fighting for
gotta try gotta try for tomorrow
when you can't see through today
there's nowhere left to stay
sometimes i feel like i'm out here all alone
just one in a million stuck with no place left to go
the fear steps up to me with every moment that i make
following close behind my soul it wants to take