Around the Plynth

Woken up on mornings such as this

Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now.

Every night for a year I've slept alone.

Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no

Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.

I know I won't die soon, but then again I might,

Water down the drain, I'm wasting away.

Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me

Water down the drain goes to the sea,

The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me.

Moisture from the ocean fills the sky,

Come on down to the ground as the time goes by

I never found out the reason why

My parents had to lie

About the place that I was born

Or from my hometown I was torn

At the tender age of four

I was livin' by homemade law