Tonight I sat with some friends of mine,
And drank beer and talked bollocks.

And someone sold me some dope
And it was suggested that I get a dog.

They then went home and I moved to the bar.
I spoke to the barmaid and watched her.

And then I went home too. And smoked some
Of this excellent dope. And wrote this bullshit.

But the music was good.

It’s always going to be this way.
But that’s OK because I know it could be worse.


I’m going to fly across a desert,
And sail across an ocean
And see the moon watching me
From amidst a billion bright stars.

I promise you.

And one day,
I might even make love again.

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