"You ask me if I want to score?
I tell you, man, I'm up to here -
my legs are dead my arse is sore
from kipping on this grotty floor.
As soon as I can find the door
I'm on my way and out of here -
Whose place is this? This dump's a pit!
I'm wanting out, I need to split,
I need to have a bit of space
I need to be alone a bit.
I've been too long out of my face -
Too many spliffs and too much beer.
Right now my head's all drum-and-bass
I can't see straight, I can't think clear.
Chrissake - if I keep up this pace
I'll be a bloody basket case!
I've had a real bad acid trip -
I need to chill, a proper kip,
I need a bath and change of gear.
Include me out - I've had enough
of popping pills and scoring puff.
I'm done with dossing down on floors -
I'm gonna bin this bloody bag!
My head's a mess, I'm feeling rough -
(Oh man, I'm dying for a fag -
can I blag me one of yours?)
I've had a bloody awful night
I tell you, man (you got a light?) -
Know what I mean, though? Get my point?
(Shit, man, this here's a wicked joint,
that first drag's give me quite a hit!)
Now. . . . What was I just saying, man?
. . . . (is there some lager in that can?)
I woke up feeling really shit -
I think I'll just lay here a bit.
This place aint bad. Know whose it is?
Hey -
any chance you got some whizz?"









...just the way I see it when I am not looking
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