I’ve gone, I’ve gone, I’ve gone with a flutter.
Not a bang or a crash, but a spit and a splutter.
This is the way sometimes, my voice is a mutter.
Just a groan and then it’s me done.
Then a revelation, I think fuck you, you shit!
I’ll be rammed in the back-shoot if I’m gonna quit!
You can jump on my shoulders, this twat won’t sit.
Not while there’s still shine in the sun.
Get up, get up and shake off the dust
Stretch out your arms, improve that bust,
Screams to the sky sometimes are a must,
A new day has washed out the past.