R-U-T.

Curtly awoken by the sodding alarm
Instantaneously I am unsafe from harm
I never wanted this old room back
This picked up life is too much to hack.

Look out the window and what do I see?
No sign of life how dead can it be
I can’t measure the happiness that I lack
This picked up life is too much to hack.

“What are you doing now you’ve got your degree?”
I’m counting the days cos this is temporary
No mans land, No dannys or jacks
This picked up life is too much to hack.

The weekend arrives and what’s in store?
A night with deadbeats and skanky whores
Fucking hell I wish I could turn the clocks back
This picked up life is too much to hack.

So where’s the light at the end of the tunnel?
Eastwards, city life, we’ll have a bubble
With hindsight this best just be a bump in the track
This picked up life is too much to hack.