Blue Monday Drenched
As the political punks hide from reality down on the
drive clinging to useless causes that are so f..cking vain
just taken on to prove they deserve their name. Wash them
away. The destitute huddles together on the side of
streets that flow like rivers and the fortunate live
sheltered within a gentrified fantasy. And no one really
sees the vagabond hands palm up for help it is like to us
the rain hs washed them away. Wash them away. And the
junkies scuffle and leach down by the Carnegie and a
shadow barley clothed stand so pathetic at the side of
the road. Ready to see her soul she doesn't feel the cold
the despair of this city has already swallowed her whole.
And there's something about this city where the grey
winter days seems to bring out the decay. And it will
drench you down to your very soul. To your very soul. And
I'm f..cking drenched
