(Chorus)
Woke up to grey skies and a pain in the neck
Also had a gippy leg
Went to do some toast
Gone mouldy, now dreading the roast
Just woke to a stale Sunday
What’s the day gonna bring?
Hope it’s better than this morning
Looking for inspiration on high
To burn through the cloudy grey sky
(Chorus)
Woke up to grey skies and a pain in the neck
Also had a gippy leg
Went to do some toast
Gone mouldy, now dreading the roast
Just woke to a stale Sunday
Age must be kicking in
Paying for debauchery and sin
With so much still to see and do
Won’t fall to those bad blues
(Chorus)
Woke up to grey skies and a pain in the neck
Also had a gippy leg
Went to do some toast
Gone mouldy, now dreading the roast
Just woke to a stale Sunday
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on September 23, 2012
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