Every day the same old thing
Going round and round
Watching my margins of success
Deplete just like the Pound
Maybe I should put my feet up
I’m sick of giving a monkey’s hoot
Perhaps then I will achieve fame
After I decide who to shoot
Things are getting on top of me
That’s why I cower way down low
My precise inner compass
Is not revealing the way to go
I thought I was building an empire
One that stretched out to the sun
And that the secret way to get there
Was to go out and have some fun
So I put on my hippy glad rags
Tore the town up every night
It’s amazing I never got into
Any jealous boyfriend fight
Dancing on the pole of love
I showed girls what they’re missing
All of them adored me greatly
But none of them were kissing
The beer was like rocket fuel
It helped keep my fire stoked
Only Mustafa could out dance me
But he was always coked
I would engage any audience
Do my best to make them laugh
With my tales of drunken bravado
Which usually end in a gaffe
I could convince everyone
Including my deluded self
That I was destined for greatness
Despite my flailing health
Every week it was the same
I always put my best foot forward
After doing this for long enough
I am still not heading shore-ward
So now I am taking the time
To reflect on where I’m going
Are my actions steering the boat?
I don’t know where the river’s flowing
I want to open up a chink
Let some light into this hell
But I feel like a punch-drunk boxer
Who hasn’t heard the bell
Do I want to put myself out there?
Embrace all that’s inside me
If I get criticised or judged
I’m scared I will sting like a bee
Soft and fluffy in appearance
But with a very nasty streak
When people cross the line
I don’t turn the other cheek
But I need to start my engine
Before it turns to rust
I have so many hopes and dreams
That require a powerful thrust
I need to learn to play the game
Not to question the rules
It’s difficult when the other contestants
Imitate a bunch of fools
Most are being social with a purpose
Only in it for the money
You get more willing tongues
If you wrap yourself in honey
I would like to sugar coat myself
To cover up my cracks
I could pretend I don’t get penis envy
When I meet a bunch of blacks
But ultimately, I believe in truth
I say what is on my mind
That is why I bury my brain deep
So that not even I can find
I feel it is better for everyone
If my thoughts stay in my head
So I will settle for Nirvana
Through inhaling poison lead
Cheers!
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