Biro

I suck on biro The office party is in three weeks time What shall I wear? Wet-look in my hair? I just killed my new boss I shut that cock up with a rock Non-stop in his face Look around you dear, nothing is there I suck on biro Stuck in a chair Where I stare at a square And answer a phone I'm thinking of deer Sculpting and making and being and freezing... A deer The phones on my ear Look around you dear, nothing is there Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next... I suck on a biro And taste the black ink And it tints all my spit green and black My jaw goes all slack Well what do you know It's time to go Go back home It was so so so so So good today Look around you dear, nothing is there Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next? Do you detect what's coming next?