What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt