Such
a broken
heartened
man
In a
broken
hearted
land
If
only
I could
see you
I
would
squeeze
your
hand
And
never
let it
go
‘Going Anywhere Nice This Year?’
What an
embarrassing
position
it is
In
which
we have
been put
To
live
our
lives
For
this
fucking
long
Without
a haircut
