desperate breakfast

Prop me up in a greasy spoon
Under an English summer pale moon
Another desperate breakfast
Out of the rains of June
I toast my tea in mourning
For a morning come too soon

The sheep sing on the death wagon as we pass on Butchers road
And I heard the song from the bus stop that rang out just as cold
All beasts in ones and two's come limping from their dens
The birds feign the joy of music
And mock us from the bushes once again

Prop me up in a greasy spoon
Under an English summer pale moon
Another desperate breakfast
Out of the rains of June
I toast my tea in mourning
For a morning come too soon

The dogs of limbo piss in houses
Caged Canaries whistle one song
Quiet mothers adjust their blouses
Tired fathers sing along
An echoed mocking from the gulls
The house cats are getting thinner
Rolling out amongst the wolves
Looking like a dogs dinner

Alas another inevitable Bastard to emerge out of the gilding
Your bit-part has been cast and you you should PUT UP & SHUT UP
It's CHARACTER BUILDING

Prop me up in a greasy spoon
Under an English summer pale moon
Another desperate breakfast
Out of the rains of June