VERSE 1

Instrumental - Newham Generals, Prang Man

VERSE 1

Questioning everything, does my head in

especially when I’m struggling to get the bread in

knowledge, power, ignorance, bliss

got all of that but no pot to piss

I walk through this blisters on feet

making ends meet to get through the week but

when the ends don’t meet I start to loose sleep and

the more that I think the deeper I sink

It’s Watership and I’m Fiver

all I can see is defeat

and the spiral turns to a cuclone and

destroys everything that it meets

The cycle repeats

like tired re-runs on the BBC

I’ve never been a fan of Faulty-Towers but

I dunno how to change channel on the TV

VERSE 2

Juggleing too many balls

not enough putty for the holes in the wall

building on flood-plain at a fast-rate but the

mistake was discounting the rain-fall

Shamefull, letting down people

bypassed all the checks and balances

now I’m inbalanced praying in a cathedral

asking to be forgived by my equals

Total Recal, begging for a sequal

another chance to restart the vehicle and

kep this thing on the road with no de-tours

sidetracking everyone supplying the petrol

What’s the recoruse, for the de-tours?

Lack of respect and rep shattered on the floor

open doors are now locked and secure

next time I commit, make sure that I’m sure