Too many Vodkas the night before,
Wake up in another bed feeling like a whore.
Make up smudged around your eyes,
Your smile tells a thousand lies.
You feel like your in a hamster wheel.
Your life, it just doesn't feel real.
You chase a moment to feel alive again,
You seek it through a couple of drinks or ten.
Sometimes harder stuff ensues,
But it's only happiness that you pursue.
Stuck in a system a routine of shit,
Just a glass will help,
Or just one hit.
A fucked up Britain gets you down,
The system brings a constant frown
An endless cycle leaves no feeling of self worth.
What happened in between today and birth?
No job, no love no cash
Makes you feel like utter gash.
You just wanna live a decent life,
Got sick of this worry troubles and strife.
But no one cares you're just a number here,
So carry on wasting precious life dear.
This world is fucked so what's the point?
You sit and ponder with another joint.