blaw

Hello my dear diary, it’s been quite a time
All’s good here, people still happy, laughing
Still wanting and still buying
Still having sex, coffee breaks, still paying their fines
All fine, nothing to complain about, no fronts
I’m good too
Sittin on my couch drinkin beer, eatin street cats and dogs
The rich are eatin the horses
No one left for money to represent anymore
Kill the president, eat his head, hide the evidence
Hey residents! Thatcher’s maybe dead at last but
Class war ain’t quite over yet, so let make the first step and finally set the score
You can do more than you can imagine even if your pocket’s empty
My pocket’s empty but my head’s quite stuffed with shit
And you know they also say that less is more
Got nothing; want more
Been nothing; be more
Not here to follow, not here to guide, here to fight
Here to find a reason and for a reason to die