Wednesday 2 January 2008

Saucey

This musical union is corrupt
One of you has to give it up
Submit or break away
But don’t let the disharmony stay.

I’ve walked with giants
Overthrown tyrants
Woke up in the gutter
Worked through my stutter.

Sunday night at the sauce
Chilling with good friends of course
Pleasant white-boy blues
Right now this is what I choose.

Inebriated wastrels without a clue
Watching how Smiley gets blue.

No comments: