Looking out my window and it's as black as sin,
People outside won't stop their din,
Drunken rambuntiousness
Keeps 'em all thin.
Even in that state they wouldn't believe me
If I'd told 'em what I'd seen.
Seems all so strange that in an unauthorised dream,
With a book of pages all torn at the seams,
An unreadable mess
Like a child newly alive, yet ready to ween,
You'd be hard pushed to fight this fuckin' great machine.
The human race is a disgraceful team,
Coming up with half arsed regional words, such as "Reem".
Why bother contemplating suicide?
When you can just run into the road, stop a car, and scream
"Why the hell won't you just believe
That the sun from your arse never gleams?"
Who in the buggery knows where we're going or where we've been
When the answer lies in a dosage of felodipine?
Stranger than pig-ignorant fiction
Is the sight of life through a silver screen.
Why in God's name should I bother
When my kid is just a teen?
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