My wounds are nicely slated dear
I never got to thank you right
I was finished way before I could see
Quite what you had in mind for me
Now the pessimism in me yawns
As I'm pissing on their perfect front lawns
A voice calls out behind my back
and I take off into the grounds
It'll all tied me up into knots
I didn't mean to speak out of turn
Now you can sit and watch me squirm
now the party's really in full swing
I wish I had a friend I could ring...
