Yes I've been drinking myself into a vodka puddle
You join me for a while in this alcoholic huddle
These cronies aren't my friends, I'm in my own little bubble
Ignoring them as they come and go, I'm thinking up this madrigal
All the luck in the world won't help me write this song if I can't be bothered
I've been wasting my time for sure, I'm way behind but I've got it covered.
We're going to set it up
A common little tune as I wait in the gloom
It's dark after work but I'm so glad to leave the room.
The volume of complaints we're getting, all the time my brain is dying
Hard work taking A level physics, more Toms than a full Rush drumkit.
We're going to make it up
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It's time to make our way out, to push our way in music
There's enough interest about, all you've got to do is choose it
I'm thinking about old age, or rather when will it claim me?
New metaphorical page, just you try to evade me
All the luck in the world won't help me write this song if I can't be bothered
I've been wasting my time for sure, I'm way behind but I've got it covered.
The volume of complaints we're getting, all the time my brain is dying
Hard work taking A level physics, more Toms than a full Rush drumkit.
We're going to set it up
It gave me a wonderful idea.