The Shallow End
There is nothing much of me
What you get is what you see
Days and nights I’m loathe to be
Living in the shallow end
Start the coffee rinse a cup
Like Neil Young I’m fucking up
There’s nothing left to teach this pup
Living in the shallow end
When I go out I feel the stench
Of every hipster, every wench
I might as well fall in a trench
Living in the shallow end
Ever met a man so rich
That he just laughs and calls you bitch?
The post modern ironic switch
Living in the shallow end
I’ve got no work I’ve got no style
I cannot think my luck is vile
My teeth so bad I’m scared to smile
Living in the shallow end
My timing is all out of whack
I keep my worries in a sack
I’m overweight so I wear black
Living in the shallow end
My reputation’s really bad
I remind you of your dad
You’re so nice it makes me sad
Living in the shallow end
I’ve medicines to keep me well
My life has been a stinking hell
Where it will end I cannot tell
Living in the shallow end
Living in the shallow end
Living in the shallow end
Living in the shallow end
Living in the shallow end
