The Watershed

Walking through town you see all the clowns,
Talking their shit, pretending they’re ‘it’,
Eating their kebabs, hailing down cabs,
Acting like they’re the only ones in the world.
Stumbling around, they’re drunk with a frown, until it unfolds
‘Let’s get in a fight’- it will definitely make their night!

So the night ends with no one to contend
But for them to go and home and beat their wife,
They’re all just fucking losers who want to be a bruiser
After fifteen pints...

It’s depressing to think that life’s like this,
There’s too many scum bags, too many cum bags
And you’ll always have the notion your wife’s a previous slut
Rolling around with any guy in town after too many ‘browns’, just like a smut

A week passes and it comes around again
‘Let’s spend all our money on fags and old speckled hen’
They try to pretend with their Ben Sherman friend
That they’ve got all the money in the world to spend
Gambling away like there’s no other day
Until you hear them rattle their change and say;’ I’m going home to hit the hay’