All those little nobodies in your heart
damning all your yesterdays.
Cursing a time when you acted like such a tart
– you really were an arsehole that day.
Discos, microbes, these things come between us,
come between us,
Hot pills, dear thrills, I've put in my order,
they are just across the border.
Realisations in your soothing WC,
a westerly blows through the window.
Contemplating your own mortality,
considering becoming Christian.
We talk with friends about plans of action,
drastic action.
Trade blows, talk shows, looking for distraction,
For some sweet dissatisfaction.