Superman wasn’t as super As Lois had us believe He had nothing in his trousers And a syringe up his sleeve Yes, superman was a junkie
Give me a bottle of booze And a pen And I’ll write about you Again I’ll say whatever you want me to s…
He never writes about the flowers Or the field or the trees, or the… He wants more than rhyming or desc… To emerge from his written words So he writes about ordinary people
Under the guise Of religion or politics I carry out my task Whist hiding behind An anonymous mask
I wouldn’t drink this If I wasn’t so drunk he said He collapsed on his bunk He was dead The
It’s over now! It’s over now! The lull, the lapse, the end It’s beginning now! It’s beginning now!
Pick up your cigarettes Sit back relax You’re never alone With a packet of fags Cough, cough louder
If I drink too much And stay out late Until the crack of dawn If I have lipstick on my collar And my shirt is slightly torn
My ambition in life Was always to be A successful man With plenty of money A big detached house
When the lights go out And it’s as black as ink Does your imagination wonder? Does it make you think? Of ghosts an ghouls
No doubt if I asked you You would say the truth never lies But if I proved you wrong Would you truly be surprised? Could you speak?
The man said to his wife You loathe me why? She was startled, she denied it She cried Her love for her husband
Its times like this You realise How much you love your wife Your family, your friend Even your life
Everyone knows Our government is cruel Just look at the prices We pay for our fuel How is it other countries?
Alan was very good at it Everyone knew how good he was At ‘it’ Better than most actually Better than anyone around here
