Because tonight I head to war
I hear the thumping from across the door
And the battle plan goes as such:
Read instructions on the cards
Finish your drink
Execute the acts
'til completion, and repeat
Hyperventilating
Among the genuflection
My thighs sweating like
A deadly albatross around your neck
No-one leaves 'til all are dead
‘til we step out into
Drenched streets
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
