Goldfish and Paracetamol

A dead loss, no songs No fun, just glum Lying next to someone So dont mention the War Don't question where we stand Nor where we fall North, South, East where's best? If I head left It turns out directionless So, needle point aside I always find Embroidery leaves me blind 'Cos I'm too weary to rest Since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal What fools boredom breeds So much to do So many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I'll take them all They line my stomach wall 'Cos I'm too weary to rest Since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal (la la la...) With customary thirst I search a water glass But gin hits first Oh don't believe the hype Expectancy always spoil a party It's torniquet (by crochet) My waters break Don't drive for pity's sake 'Cos I'm too weary to rest Since I noticed Coming second best Is close to ideal (la la la...)