I need a KO express, Caffeine-less depress, and I wait for the sleep, with an ashtray on my chest.
The windows open wide, yet I close the curtains and hide, for nothing is as nice, as a wasps buzz inside.
You get a little cup, try to lift the sucker up, but try as you might, the dopy insect won't take flight.
It's just another irritant!
My front rooms bulb just gone again, best part of a tenner to see again, what the fuck have I got to spend, I just need a pay-day lend.
Ask my old man for a loan, and get greeted by a moan, all I want is a clear view zone, but I'll have to shop alone.
So I go to B&Q for a shop, only need a 60 watt, yet back in the car I've forgot, and nut the wheel, blood clot.
Coz those Ray-bans on my eyes, must be very heavily disguised, still I'm pleasantly surprised, to find my shades still on my head alive.
Shopping is always an irritant.
Then a bird phone rings as I'm shopping for some things, it's just another yabba yabba ting, should have just let it ring.
But I get in my car, don't drive too far before the hands-free goes HA, and I can't turn off the electrics in my car.
I try to pop the hood, like any man could, the lever bloody should, but snaps in half well good, left here covered in blood.
Try to give my Dad a call, but he aint answering at all, so go to knock on a neighbours door, knowing they're probably being silent hugging floor.
Flat battery irritant
Heat is mean on my thin blood, can't cool down like people should, so I'm lying on my bed, but too few Mummy's little helpers to help make me brain dead.
But now my net curtains fallen down, and it ain’t a funny frown, coz I know I'll surely drown, from all the insects in the town.
I can't stand this boiling heat, the damp sweat soaked nightly sheets, yet I've got an top deck view, of an estate of flabby meat.
Maybe they should all try to disguise, coz those Slag Tags ain’t very wise, and if you stand under my skies, I'll automatically 2 metre-ize.
TWO Metres – Irritant Bitches!
So I'm walking to the chemist, when a doofus becomes a menace, and an argument that ain’t even mine, ends up with possibility of doing time.
I must have a face right for a punch, and I've had to absorb a bunch, funny thing is though, I've never gone to ground once.
But I'm fed up of Doctor Who? Telling me they maybe new, but seemingly well clued, that my granite skull's my saviour too.
Well you can take it all back, coz as great as it is n all that. I'd rather remember more, than become a hundred year old senile bore.
I'm probably just another persons irritant.
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