“DRUNKEN FUCKING” Sept 6 1996

A grubby back alley
forged on lager
with low self esteem
in the dive round the corner

The less people we know
the more we have to drink
to go to bed
to ruin a friendship

another notch on the bedpost
without counting the cost
we’re all lost
without a map or compass

but it doesn’t stop us
because sometimes
everyone needs to feel loved.

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