When did it all stop just, bein' fun
When frivolity's a necessity from yer britches, up thru' to yer lung
it's no more just, switching off the sun
It's a way of closing the day before it's begun
Here comes the song
let's march it home
Damn me if the days aren't long
Coagulation in your synapses, the sundown shakes, the memory lapses
Filled up hours, goddamn those summer showers
Another reason to close the blinds,
blunt the long day's blade, it's scythe
Reduced to just a dull, consistent, whine
Here comes the grin
and then the lowering of the chin
Bugger me when did the day, begin
I'm dumb enough to be star struck
Wise enough to know our luck
But was i really just that stupid
Didn't you throw me over yer shoulder that night
Oh, you absolutely charming guy
A thousand pardons will never buy
A horse, a clue, and somewhere far and dry
Holdin' court with yer, heavy lids,a flash of brylcreem and nitrogen
A nod and a wink, see you at the choruses end
Grace and danger, the grip of a brazier,
the reason to swing, my midnight's saviour
I just don't think, it's in to the corpuscles yet
Maybe it can't
How can it just be, this bad
Fuck me if the days aren't sad
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