Simon Bookish Fantastic Piss Experiment
...season two...
...the spires filled with glue...
...high pitched resonances...
...they invested in technology of all kinds...
...they travelled...
...they made karaoke from hell...
...they took their...
Clearly, records indicate you and I were born here
Ambition died here, so I disappeared
Dreadnought goodbyes and silence
Your shark eyes
It's really no surprise
A fantastic piss experiment
Only one recourse for merriment
I put down my drink
Escape into the night
A suburban guilt trip
You could say that I jumped ship
But I didn't jump, I was pushed from it
A fantastic piss experiment
There's nothing left but the sediment
I materialise around the time that day descends
But there's nothing to do here
Go underground or shop out of town?
