The Twang
The Twang
The Twang
The Twang
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It ain't that time again is it?
It can't be? It is
In fact it's later than I thought
I've gotta have a piss
Man this house is freezing
The money must've run out again
And it's still raining
That's three mornings in a row now
I think I've got enough for the bus
Yeah I have, just enough
I'll think about dinner at dinner time
Just another day in this dull place
I'll get a sub off the gaff
I leave the house into the dark morning
I brave the rain that whips at my face
Turn the corner, it's bearing down
I resent the fact I have to run to get on it
But I start the chase, that bus race
I'll catch it, I'll catch it, just
I've caught it
The thing is I've got a plan, it's ambitious I know
But it's something I cling onto like a float in the deep dark sea
And I've got no control, I've got no control no more
I've gotta get out
I can't be messing around like this in 20 years man
No way, no way
See this ain't my fate, I want more on my plate
More warmth, more light and some company at night
I want the people on this journey to feel the same as me
But it's what we've got in common
A kind of defiant despair
I stare at the steamed up window
I draw my name
How the fuck can you spell your own name wrong?
And I drift, I just drift, I drift into my own little fantasy
It ain't that time again is it?
It can't be man. Fuck it
In fact it's later than I thought
I've gotta have a piss
Man this house is freezing
The money must've run out again
And it's still raining