A sky as black as regret
Is rolling aside for
They’re pacing Piccadilly in packs again
And moaning for the
And if it rains all day
Call on you I’ll call
I’m sick of working for a living
I’m just ticking off
Shifting my weight now from foot to foot
What did she
Well
Give that girl my very best
Though it never made the
Drinking
In order to feel
Thinking
Reinventing the wheel
Kicking up mischief
I leaned on you today
I regularly hurt but never say
I
I haven’t been myself of late
I haven’t slept for
All my saints have taken bribes
Singing going going gone
All the
I can’t undo the day
It won’t go under the rug
I