Fool of the commonwealth drove down there,
Desperate for food desperate for respite.
Cheap carpet lines the way
Aluminium tack door handles
Via butchers display too.
Things are brought forward and eaten,
I see the corners filled with hitmen,
To young lawyers they are whispering, in
I don't wanna go anywhere,
Id sit behind dusty lace,
I have a word with hitmen,
I give off a beatific face.
From new york city run screaming,
Combined a man not should have to do this,
A man should not use his fist in
I don't wanna go anywhere,