Tomorrow is another day who knows whats in store, Paradise in Blackpool who could ask for more, Season soon be underway jobs all round the town, Another sent in CV so I can be let down, A truly bad lad I must be tho I take drink no more, No one seems to want me keep showing me the door, So if youre whinging bowt your job not having any fun, Believe me having any job is better than having none, So good luck all you recalls as the season rears its head, If anybody wants me Ill be wrapped up warm in bed, Saving up the pennies to make a better life, Selling off some antiques like a musket drum and fife, So I know when Im beaten in this dodgy northern town, Even though Im clean and safe and trying to settle down, Maybe time to rethink all that matters most to me, And be careful I dont trundle back to things that set me free, So if you know of anything to keep me right on track, Just call or txt or write to me Ill happily come back.... Bored skint disillusioned sad 馃槩 x
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 20:59:22 +0000
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