The drip effect of darkness
The constant cold is taking its toll
Five hours later you're Ten miles from home
You only went for a stroll
Talking football with a taxi driver
His disposition
His disposition is as bleak as yours
Alienate everyone whenever you can
Take a sedative north of Edinburgh
Does that sound like a plan?
I lost my brain cells somewhere between the Sub Club and the Classic Grand
Hand them in if you can
I lost my ticket and my band
Like a stray cat running down the railway line
The felines (feelings) unpredictable
And the train is timed
The drip effect of madness
This broken road is paved with mould
A wolf in sheep's clothing, cunning and bold
It's got you controlled
You were rushed like a bill
Swanked through parliament
On stilts and roller-blades
Handled with oven-gloves
Shotgun to your head