| When you think about our lives – Screaming kids and nagging wives: 'Can't smoke here – no! not there – Your bloody fags, they drive me spare! A second bottle? drunken slob, Off your arse and get a job! You never take me for a spin – A little cruise from all the din! ' 'You're the bleedin' noise' I scream Inside my head. I only dream Of shouting out for fear of what you'd do – If I could only ball 'F*ck you! ' No, the only way that I can manage Bearing up against your visage, is Watching films with hero Arnie – While drowning in a greasy sarnie. 'Oh to be! ' I wish in sighs: Arms like his would suit me well – I'd bust the walls; escape this hell In which I only just exist; Getting through by staying pissed. Agh! the bloody screams again! And so I crack. Hang on Arnie, I'll be back… Now where's the friggin' telly? Go on Arnie, give it welly! Thunder on; it's a-okay – See how quiet she is today? by mark! =) |
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