Songs For the Deaf
Ah, me eyes are burnin', I'm tired but I'm not going to bed. It's fucked how good times are dependent on the moods of those that you are spending your time with. I was in a good mood, we were all in a good mood until we split up and a couple of mofos had to point out all the bad things about the night and life in general. Was the night ahead of us then? 'twas fuckin' over is what it was, we all hopped on the maxi-cab and wasted our life's savings getting the fuck home. And now? A boy of longing is left behind, I have ambition and I need to rise...only I ain't delvin' 'cos...WHY THE FUCK NOT? Where's me motivation? where's me possession?