I was happy for a southsea common hour, but heaven knows i'm miserable now.
I was looking for a club and then I found a club, heaven knows i'm miserable now.
In my life, why do I give valuable time, to people who don't care if they fold or survive?
You've been at fatpipes too long they said, so I naturally fled.
In my life, why do I waste my unemployed time, for people with webbed feet and only one eye?