Change To Ward 2017 :
We knew how to cope with illusions
Hah, we'd done it all before
With far more serious delusions
And in our coffin lives
We were the truth of
Society's bad core calls
We were the suicide survivors
Doing pill and Jacket wall war crawls
So we knew all fakes
And Willy's and Donald's cock milk shakes
We knew it's just a matter of
When, in comes the slithering
Contradiction economy snakes
Facts: death and paying tax
There's the truth of the repeated axe..
Stability is just a quick Sun trip
Most of life for most on the Wards
Is a war of survival in a barbed up rip
Then it's the hospital drip
And the white straight line
And maybe , maybe, a subtle aftershine.
Mostly it was year after year of pit
And Jim and John called every year
: "The Repeated Year Of Shit"
So I sent the Purple Rabbit in
Because you gotta keep a float
When you lose the social boat
To look after your sore Ward
I know my black humour all the way
Supports the tragedy of vulnerable stars .