Black outs, drunkenness, and revelry,
smiles everywhere,
money spent wisely one day, and looking back the next day,
money spent regretfully,
but what will be will be,
because none of us round here can cope with life,
and escapism, escapism happens far too often in this town,
from drinking and drugs,
and escapism in this town,
from life happens far too often permanently,
because the work life balance is all wrong,
and we try to cheer ourselves up with material things,
but we are just kidding ourselves,
for where is the happiness in reality,
nowhere in this town,
for we are all in a rut working ourselves to the bone,
and we moan, and we moan in this town,
this town that I will not name,
and though it could be anywhere I call it misery,
for it is a misery to you,
and it is a misery to me,
and it has no shame,
no shame in taking our money constantly,
and with black outs,
drunkenness and revelry, that is life around here,
and what will be will be, but if I do not see you later,
I am being put into a coffin, and in that case,
buy yourself a pint and remember me.
