I get back from tour and suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am


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You're prangin out,
I see through you (I feel awful)
This voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The irons been on in my house has been in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see through you,
I'm about to do something stupid

I daren't say what my manager got lairy and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the rock and roll clich