Something to Hide

We've all got something to hide

Something to bury

What did you bury?

My thoughts feel like cobwebs

In a room no one's been in

And someone's got a hoover

And sucked them all up

He blows out the smoke

From his gasper full of green shit

Smoke floats up like rumours

Of my poor luck

Picking bits of sigga weed

From both of his lips

On a quiet Sunday morning

With the smell of cut clovers

I feel in captivity in my own living room

Listening to songs about men killing each other

All got something to hide

Something to bury

What did you bury?

Normally

Trying to make a conversation come back to me

But this waterboarding with twenty questions

And every mention is agony

Wish he would just go around

Stirring up apathy

Under this cold exterior

Beats my heart of stone

Sitting in my dressing gown

I tighten the terry belt

Don't sweat the petty things

And don't pet the sweaty things

How weird is this life

It's not like anything else

What did you bury, yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We've all got something to hide

Something to bury

What did you bury?

I said we've all got something to hide

Something to bury

What did you bury?

He was all the way right

I had almost nothing left

We pretend that we are making do

While sliding into death

Like we slide into DM's

With a little guest list

We can make it through the night

Pick up the papers

From Tuesday last June

Lick my fingers to turn the page

Like Aunty Sue used to do

My demise as a man was

Gradual, cute to see

From the top of who's who

To the bottom of who's he

Word from the bird

As I bogart the cigarette

The most hard bit isn't yet

The most hard bit is yet

Sleep with one eye open

Without losing the high ball

The perfect hangover cure

Is the juice of a wine bottle

We've all got something to hide

Something to bury

What did you bury?