The Commitments

There’s a place I need to be,
But I’d rather just watch TV
Commitments like cats, must be fed,
And that’s why mine are all dead.
Up all night long, my heads wired wrong
Up all night I hit the bong

The commitment that we are
Dedicated to sitting on our ass
The new face bright with hope,
Soon turns grey as slate.
From smoking too much dope

Now my essay’s dew I know,
So it’s down the Corrie Tap I go
“I’ll be down there soon” I said,
Now I’m lost blue and dead.
I won’t be long, na I won’t be very long
Now I’m counting fucking sheep
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The commitment that we are
Dedicated to sitting on our ass
The new face bright with hope,
Soon turns grey as slate.
From smoking too much dope

Too many commitments, running through my brain
Too many commitments, driving me insane

I’m so strung out I can’t speak
All my excuses are lame and weak
I know you heard them before
As I cry at your front door
I won’t be long, na I won’t be very long
Now I’m counting fucking sheep
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

©Wednesday, 04 May 2011 Alex Kyriacou