I just want to sleep
But the vines keep climbing, and winding, and finding I'm too weak
Or the sign says drive on to Poseidon and the wipers lick the waves
Or the rubbleboy birdsong, a furlong to my shin in sinks in the bog
Upright bolt, palms cold, chest tight, oh my fucking God
This is no way to be, no rest for me
Every night if it's gonna be
If it's gonna be vulpine features
Strangled with a paracord
The names of Faggot Chav boys
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be crumbling high rise
Hang and drop from the eighth floor
And all the evidence points to me
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be Julianna
Stressed syllables on a blackboard
And she's just there for me?
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be global virus
On shift at the front door
And the cars roll back on the M-way
Then I don't wanna dream
Newhouse burns
Stumble through the wreckage, lung all full o' 'eck
It's curdled up my neck and streaking skin out the wounds
But the tongue tied lairy, slung jawside and snared me for the goons
Or the ratboys show when I'm unglowed or I'm born-again again
And the pastor smite me quite rightly 'cause I can't pretend
It was fires on the estate
It was choking on my plate
It was hi-key my fate
We null-created on the kitchen floor
It was done it all before
It was rising to the door handle
A candle cauterise my hollow thighs
So I tip toe but slide that
Swan dive to the tarmac
If it's gonna be vulpine features
Strangled with a paracord
The names of Faggot Chav boys
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be crumbling high rise
Hang and drop from the eighth floor
And all the evidence points to me
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be Julianna
Stressed syllables on a blackboard
And she's just there for me?
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
If it's gonna be global virus
On shift at the front door
And the cars roll back on the M-way
Then I don't wanna dream anymore
