Here Come the Year Nines

The shopkeepers 'round here seem to tremble and trade in fear
There's a lock-out on self-esteem
Discontentment in every dream
Now what do we have left to show from a season that's been and gone?
Are we still bracing ourselves for a sermon that wouldn't come?

I cut my finger once again
I drank and drank 'till I was full but the bleeding, it wouldn't end
It soaked my shirt, and stained my skin
I'd cauterise the wound, but I just can't decide
Where do I begin?

The kids are back in school and the screws are all working to rule
It's a crushing change of
Circumstance from a new set of arrogant fools
Some refuse to punch the clock
They drowned their work ethic out at the Jackson dock
Harking back to a 'job for life' as the shopkeepers shiver in strife

I bit my tongue off in my sleep
Drowning in a crimson cauldron, the taste of metal and rotten meat
Through the incoherent gargling
You swore you heard me gasp and sing
Where do I begin? (Where do I begin?)
Where do I begin?

Shopkeepers 'round here (shopkeepers 'round here)
Seem to tremble and trade in fear
Shopkeepers 'round here (shopkeepers 'round here)
Seem to tremble and trade in fear