Saturday 12 February 2011

Defecate

Sometimes I don't know what I'm saying
And sometimes I don't know what I do;
I do stupid things when playing
And don't really mean to do what I do.

It doesn't help that I'm drunk: not at all
And it doesn't help I don't know who you are,
But what really concerns me is that you are a wall,
And your getting very close to me and my car.

I fell out with the car and am sulking on the path,
There is a pain that stops me from playing,
I stop right here and have a little laugh
Because I don't know what I am saying.

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