Old Wet Argus

Smelly lags and an old wet argus
Wrap it up, up the spout
Stink of piss from under the station
Spent too long and then you found out

There’s doorways leading upstairs
Boards cover most of the streets
I drunk myself senseless down at the bridge
Now years of just memories to keep

Without feeling special this morning
Watching thunderclouds roll through the sky
See the best and the bitter draining away
The corner of our eyes
From the corner of our eyes

The house on a hill fell to ruin it seems
So we crawled off to sleep in [?]
Towns into cities, tribes into teams
An odour that we hardly smell

A lottery prize has paid for the seeds
Victorian glass houses and streams
Flowers in Bellevue have replaced the old weeds
A bench with white cider to dream

Without feeling special this morning
Watching thunderclouds roll through the sky
See the best and the bitter draining away
The corner of our eyes
From the corner of our eyes

The hometown, the outgrown town
The boomtown is a bust
A mural smashed into pieces
History ground into dust

Feed me till I want no more