Steady Flow

Have I been eating sawdust?

That's a vile taste on my tongue

A drum behind my forehead

Beating like a gun

They'll hate me if I call in sick

They'll hate me if I don't

Scowling at me, howling at me

All this on the phone

Nauseous stomach, bloodshot eyes

I really do feel bad

Maybe I should lie back down

Later I'll be glad

Never again will I let this happen

Never again will I fall so low

Never again will I be tempted

By the barman's steady flow

Let's step into the shower

And see how that will feel

Some cooling water and a shave

Later a good meal

The look into the mirror

Tells me that I'm no catch

But hell, I have a good man's heart

I'd make a proper match

The morning's bad

What can I say?

But I'll be fine

After this day

Call me mad

That's okay

Getting wasted

That's my way

So won't that count for something

In a world so full of scams?

Hanging with your best of mates

Won't do any harm

So why not meet up later?

Already I'm feeling fine

Maybe around seven?

For some beer or a glass of wine?