Skedaddle

I’m a little bit upset
restless, confused
A headache annoys me
And my nerves are shot
Looks like they’re all eejits
well, except me and me pals
And I feel so ashamed
of this place where I live
So many days are gone by
being worried for bollix
Spent in those grey walls
Doing nothing at all
I take a flight to nowhere
just to find some rest
May drinks be lavished
and the pubs always full

And I go and I go and still I’m going
I do not fucking know where but I fumble and I rove
And I go and I go and still I’m going
I’m shatter’d and banjaxed
But every fucking where I’ll go

Mortgages and hassles
colleagues and arseholes
Lousy show-offs
in their sparklin’ new cars
Sunglasses for posers
Scarves for the fops
I’m a fish out of water
with my cheap brown t-shirt

So I go and I go and still I’m going
I do not fucking know where but I fumble and I rove
And I go and I go and still I’m going
I’m shatter’d and banjaxed
But every fucking where I’ll go

Give me back my spot
There in Crown Alley
My down-and-out fellas
Living in Stephen’s Green
My home is outside there
so let me fucking go
I wish I won’t ever see
you gobshites again

So I go and I go and still I’m going
I do not fucking know where but I fumble and I rove
And I go and I go and still I’m going
I’m shatter’d and banjaxed
But every fucking where I’ll go