Things they fall to pieces all around me
The dishwasher is gone, the fridge is broke
Hear the news and think that it's just funny
The way the world is going up in smoke.
The TV's smashed the toilet's got a leak
And three of my guitar strings broke last night
There's something wrong with being Tony Peek
He broke his nose at boxing in a fight.
In summer my feet crack but now their soft
Old socks and shoes they keep the sweat about,
The rats have bit through wires in the loft
And now it's dark 'cause all the lights are out.
There's too much going on inside me head,
I might just call it quits and go to bed.
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