I saw the whole thing coming
there's no explaining some things
some slipped away incognito
others turned sour their cream
had curdled I don't give a fuck I had a good time I got my own monkey business and a boneyard for my bygones what's buried there is buried real deep and locked up tight so it don't bring me down I live in the now it's the only space left me and I like to make hay while the sun still shines
we’re running low on drinks
this party’s hit the doldrums
and as the morning sinks
we godless frozen forms
pitch headlong into ashtrays
and empty bottles counted
then recycled in the telling
like the evidence that’s mounted
in the stories you’ve been selling
so paint me black in tales of woe
and fabricate the reason
to justify the fatal blow
and your final act of treason
.
I shed a score
every time
I went
to the well
soon I was skint
and the well was dry
those are the dues
owed the
golden monkey
when your appetites
outstrip your means
and gluttony
obscures your reason
.