Tell me this, has the shit well and truly hit the fan
Has the grand master who lost his voice
Really ran out of things to say, things to do
Been left without a choice
It’s not just your words, it’s your mind that seems to be caught in an irreversible slew too
Please pick yourself up and go again
Unearth a God awful apartment somewhere down near the banks, someplace close to your heart
Make the rent, do whatever it takes
Above all else, please stop believing that everything in this world needs to be heaven-sent