Goldfish And Paracetamol — текст песни (catatonia)

A dead loss, no songs
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
Don`t mention the War
So don`t question where we stand
Or where we fall
North, South, East wehre`s best
If I head left
It turns out directionless
And needle point aside
I always find
Embroidery leaves me blind
`Cos I`m not too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal
What fools boredom breeds
So much to do
So many goldfish to feed
And paracetamol
I take them all
They line my stomach wall
With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don`t believe the hype
Expectany will alsways spoil a party
It`s tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don`t drive for pity`s sake
`Cos I`m to weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best
Is close to ideal