Like Festering Sore

Like a festering sore
you’re there,
demanding my attention.


‘Oh scratch me please’
you whine.


Every time I turn on
the TV you scream
colourful lies at me.


Trying to convince me
That he’s the best
She’s the best, the whole
Fucking world's a mess,
As far as I can see


Buy this buy that
any old tat, to improve my
life…


Oh Mr media
take your encyclopedia
of lies and stick it up your arse.

GOD ON SPEED DIAL

Oh no, my life is crumbling,
I’m stuttering
and stumbling over the facts.
I need to slow down,
I feel a heart attack coming on.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.


Oh no, I’m slipping and sliding,
momentarily tripping
over those obstacles I build.
I’m getting filled up with drugs,
just to feel normal.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.


An instant connection
to my saviour in the sky,
when I’m climbing the walls.
My own private head inspector
to dry those tears I cry.


It’s at times like this,
I wish I had God on speed dial.