Rich Shitholes - 26.11.2024

It's late at night
And I don't know where I'm at
I'm drunk as a skunk
And I don't know where I'm at
It's dark out there
And my train is an hour late
New cars on the streets
And my train is an hour late
I was looking for some whiskey
So why did I get a beer?
Oh, it's so windy and rainy
And yet I stand unbovvered
I'm just waiting for that damn train
So unfashionably late
Well, I'll keep waiting, if need be
	To the end of the night
Boots on my feet, sweat on my hands
The feverish excitement
	Of being a firework
It's all fading into the dark
	That howling maw we call the sky
		And I'm alright with all of that