Trevor

My name is Trevor whoever At school they said I'm clever Where'd that get me? Flat in Stepney With a wife and kid that left me Eat my supper a sucker My single serving dinners A night worker who's neighbours They scream in foreign patois I wash dishes feed my fishes And then I take a shower Take the letters I've written I put them on the counter Turn off telly I'm ready My face says in the mirror Pick up package and bag it Yeah the ticky tocky wreckage All the scrapple and metal My internet researching Lock my door wonder who for? And the thought it gets me laughing Walk to the bus stop and get it The one that comes from Mile end Watching commuters work routers Yeah the suited and the booted As they scurry and hurry Their lives so convoluted Feel the city above me All that whirring and the hooting Palms are sweaty I'm heavy The feeling of the package As I exit I'm walking the middle of the racket Sit on hard steel of benches In the heart of this commotion People around me are smiling Life's moving in slow motion Light is upon me It's on me And telephones are ringing Ain't it funny all that talking yeah And no one's ever listening When you needed some feeling To know that you existed Were persisted and listed Acknowledged and were gifted Well you'll see any minute I've started up my message Ticking ticking it's not stopping And I'm looking at your faces While I'm grinning and rocking 'Cos in my head there's cheering Yeah the future's a game and no one here is winning The future's a game and no one here is winning So sing Aristotle Going bubble to bottle Going Bottle to battle We can't live how we want to So sing Aristotle Going bubble to bottle Going Bottle to battle We can't live how we want to Don't say I'm dead I can't believe it