DESPERATE BREAKFAST

"Prop me up in a greasy spoon Under an English summer pale moon Another desperate breakfast Out of the rains of June I toast my tea in mourning For a morning come too soon The sheep sing on the death wagon as we pass on Butchers road And I heard the song from the bus stop that rang out just as cold All beasts in ones and two’s come limping from their dens The birds feign the joy of music and mock us from the bushes once again Prop me up in a greasy spoon Under an English summer pale moon Another desperate breakfast Out of the rains of June I toast my tea in mourning For a morning come too soon The dogs of limbo piss in houses Caged Canaries whistle one song Quiet mothers adjust their blouses Tired fathers sing along An echoed mocking from the gulls The house cats are getting thinner Rolling out amongst the wolves Looking like a dogs dinner Alas another inevitable Bastard to emerge out of the gilding Your bit-part has been cast and you you should PUT UP & SHUT UP It’s CHARACTER BUILDING Prop me up in a greasy spoon Under an English summer pale moon Another desperate breakfast Out of the rains of June "