Waiting

Waiting, waiting for an end to things,
Like a dog on it's last legs,
Like a bird shagging to pass on DNA,
Like a Z list, no talent, celeb'.

In the waiting room for Hell,
A beige nightmare, tacky, sad,
Badly ornamented, electric faulty,
Limbo torturous, cabbage, smell bad.

Tortured by a crack dealing monkey,
In a river of bad dreams,
Waking up sharply shaking,
Needing a hot dose, some fix. (CHRS)

Time ticks on and away,
I wish I done something, said something,
In this haze of drug induced slumber,
I crave for light relief, female affection.

There's light alight in the darkened street,
There's something lurking around the corner,
There's a dread beautiful in its twisted design,
There's a black raven ripping a liver.

CHR

Waiting for stardom like a Z list celeb',
Waiting for inspiration to enter the head,
Waiting for a response on the end of the line,
Waiting for too long to hear the bells chime.
Slowed down too slow to participate,
Beaten up for mending health too late.
Crucified for being a particular cast,
Fighting, always fighting to the last.

CHR? (Repeat)

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