Ten Fifty-Four

The cut and paste wizard

Wizkid in the blizzard, was changed

Caught in a frenzy his friends see that he's not the same

Took too many tablets

The tabloids they tarnished his name

Wasted and washed up and weary

He wanders away

Away

Away

The sound of the sirens surprised all those sleeping next door

Put on their pyjamas and peeped through the curtains and saw

People stood paralysed, paramedics pulled him from the floor

Laid on stretcher, time of death ten fifty-four

Add another tally to the number of days I've spent

In a tracksuit, wishing I was in an arena

Singing songs

Add another fifty quid to the overdraft

That keeps going deeper

And another day spent wishing

I was where I belong

Add another fagbutt to the ever-growing ashtray

And the ever-glowing embers that I stash away

Hoping to find a use for them on a better day

On a lazy Sunday

And I'll put another frozen pizza in the oven

And start eating better when I turn twenty-seven

And then maybe my fucking house will look heaven

And maybe then there won't be so much glass on the floor

I'll have a matt by the door

And not just piles of mud

And no more blood splattered on pages where I

Thought I'd write the songs to change my life

And I thought I'd meet a girl who'd be my wife

And I thought never pick another knife

And I thought I'd spend another night

As beautiful as all the ones I thought that I would spend with you

And I never thought that I would be washed up age twenty-two

The cut and paste wizard

Wizkid in the blizzard, was changed

Caught in a frenzy his friends see that he's not the same

Took too many tablets

The tabloids they tarnished his name

Wasted and washed up and weary

He wanders away