Life is pretty f ucking cool
When you're drunk
And the music's good,
Then it's the next day
Unrequited reality
And you have to speak to someone
Who doesn't care about you
And talks of stuff you don't care about
Then it's crap again
Doing stuff you haven't got time
In your life to do
Oh oh, did your brothers wife's
Sister really say that?
That's excellent
Now f uck off
As I want to dance to a piano player
With bleeding fingers,
Kiss the lady next to me
And burn my mouth with whisky.