What a beautiful day for a crushing defeat
What a stupid waste of sunshine
A funeral pace down a favourite street
But I have to come home sometime, I suppose
Don’t be hopeful on my behalf
I’d like to offer my resignation
And strangle myself with a football scarf
Or act in self-defenestrationhttp
Yeah, I have seen better days
The weekend was mine to waste
I had nothing to do
And you had nothing to do with me
And I try, and I try, and I try your patience
How low must your expectations be?
Goodness gracious me
Goodness gracious me
.............
What a stupid waste of sunshine
A funeral pace down a favourite street
But I have to come home sometime, I suppose
Don’t be hopeful on my behalf
I’d like to offer my resignation
And strangle myself with a football scarf
Or act in self-defenestrationhttp
Yeah, I have seen better days
The weekend was mine to waste
I had nothing to do
And you had nothing to do with me
And I try, and I try, and I try your patience
How low must your expectations be?
Goodness gracious me
Goodness gracious me
.............
ah, milord, what hath come down to the labyrinth? the minotaur, milord. the darkest children of Osiris.
No comments:
Post a Comment