Catatonia Goldfish And Paracetamol
A dead loss, no songs No fun, just glum Lying next to someone Don't mention the War So don't question where we stand Or where we fall North, South, East wehre's best If I head left It turns out directionless And needle point aside I always find Embroidery leaves me blind 'Cos I'm not too weary to rest Since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal What fools boredom breeds So much to do So many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I take them all They line my stomach wall With customary thirst I search a water glass But gin hits first Oh don't believe the hype Expectany will alsways spoil a party It's tourniquet by crochet My waters break Don't drive for pity's sake 'Cos I'm to weary to rest Since I noticed Coming second best Is close to ideal
