(S. Rists)
Blind men don't get roots, that was a blunder
Never heard 'bout the sex life of Stevie Wonder
Fed up with trying, I don't think I should
I feel in the cupboard, again out of food
So I trudge off hungry, walk down the street
Blisters in my belly and pains on my feet
Had enough of living, it's got really dull
Had enough of dying, don't sound much like fun
Had enough music too, sick of those sounds
I'll find a park bench to have a lie down
I'm going to sleep now, the day has been rough
So now I'll ask you all to kindly fuck off.
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