Ant Smith

This Life

BOOM

I am doomed to spend my time

In a world that likes to rhyme

God with dog and tit with shit

And finger it with politic

I got no money

I got no fags

I got no booze

I got no stash

I got no food

I got no room

I got no choices

You would choose

BOOM

The winter's cold the summer shines

I freeze my balls I burn my eyes

I only feel what's left inside

And it don't feel like paradise

I'm caught inside this daily grind

Telling folk I'm feeling fine

But all around me decompose

Streets and brickwork even clothes

I've got an elemental laugh

I've got a girl and that ain't bad

And yet another year now looms

Unless tomorrow the world goes

BOOM

I got no money

I got no fags

I got no booze

I got no stash

I got no food

I got no room

But I take no shit

For no shit excuse

BOOM

This Life