I was once a drummer in a punk band
was it all lip service they fed us, then
accolades, cult of personality
slips through my fingers like grains of blonde sand
once a drummer always a drummer, no
no, facts are facts, practice makes perfect, when
circumstances hit the fan, no one cares
even if you have musicality
as I grew up into an adult, throw
drumsticks into the wall like sharpened knives
really it happened only once, anger
undermines perspective, full of passion
maybe this life wasn't for me, banger
mash, gravy when food becomes high fashion
even the kitchen, I failed with my shares
really, what is the point making a fuss
in this world, competition, dog eats dog
nobody cares unless you're at the top
argue about equity on the bus
passersby destroyed by greed and desire
until our turn to Worstward Ho, a cog
not only loose but neglected, the slop
kindness doles out for love, their words on fire
brutal to never play again, my friends
acted like this was normal and moved on
no, I was too fucked up, my mind was gone
drugs, glorious drugs, justify the ends
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