edge of the bed
sitting on the edge
of the bed radio on
feeling half dead
sitting on the edge
of bed wasting time
dawn can’t be arsed to turn up
today could have let me know
sitting on the edge
of the bed radio on
feeling half dead
sitting on the edge
of bed wasting time
dawn can’t be arsed to turn up
today could have let me know
Exhausted by the dumping I stole away
aboard the Lardy Cake for far distant
shores of Nark, where bumble bees put their feet
up after a hard day’s humming &
talking twaddle is a hanging offence…