It
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?
He
said
Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed
Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now
She
said
That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!
Hogmanay (Part 3)
Time
Creeping
Mine
Sweeping
Dicks
Sleeping
Women
Weeping
Hogmanay 2020 (Part 2)
Staring into a new year
Together
Holding hands
I can’t believe
Out of everyone
It’s you who understands
Hogmanay 2020 (Pt 1)
I’ll give you one day
Where the sun will shine
And that day is Friday
This week
But after that
It’ll all fall flat
And it’s back
To the future that’s bleak
Worry Less
And
just
get
on
with
itIt’s
not
like
everyone
elseIsn’t
also
wading
through
shit
‘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
Breathing in 2020
Quod me nutrit me destruit
For Whom The Bell Tolls
I’m not ashamed
to admit
I shed a tear or
two last night
As the clock
struck twelve
It was all
a bit shit
Sitting here
all night
And drinking
by myself
20/20
However
will I
make it
throughAnother
year
without
you?