Too Much Blood

1.I've waited 34 yrs for her phone call, but there's no phone call so I head to St Paul's;
When you're waiting for God it's like a train that never comes, so you're stood on the platform as the Autumn rain falls.

we re back on the crack, cos black dog he's back, well we've never read the books and we don't have the looks, so we'll be smoking the rock...
we're back on the crack - cos life cuts no slack.
Well we've never heard of Nietzsche, drink vodka by the litre, there's too much blood on the tracks but they're looking good. 

2.I've had a week on the sauce so work has gone out the window; told them it was the flu,
but this malaise is not new; never got over the hate of my teenage yrs; being alive's fucking useless, it's absurd and unreal, so...

3.across a motorway bridge on a downtown bus
in the back of a taxi past the park street drunks
standing top of Ashley hill looking 'cross this town
how the fuck did we get here
amongst the grey and black and brown, well...

-here's to the hard stuff, no love from your mum, I'll meet you in the park by the pub.

(Now we're on the train to Easton, our father used to beat us...)

There's too much blood on the tracks.
we're gonna move to Stroud for rehab.
I hope that we can turn it around