Undone

by The Interloper

Ho-hum. Ho-hum.
What the fuck have you become?
Bleeding hands just drum and drum.
As I drink I come undone.

No fun. No fun.
What the fuck have you become?
You'd better run. You'd better run.
Coz anger through my mind doth thrum.

Ho-hum. Ho-hum.
The darkness has done all but come.
Silence is a beating drum.
Sordid whispers can fool some

Ho-hum. Ho-hum.
I'm sipping on a pint of rum.
Bleeding hands on sitars strum.
A dark black cloud swallows up the sun.

I've got a gun. I've got a gun.
Little birds do sing for some.
Jesus ate a hot-crossed bun.
A rabid dog tore off my arm.

Ho-hum. Ho-hum.
The whistle blows - my train has come.
From the darkness I shall run.
Yet I still hear pounding on the drum.

Ho-hum. Ho-hum.
What the fuck have you become?
Please come. Please come.
A million chores that are not done.
The clouds part and reveal the sun.

 

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