Sat done sipping on a silver spoon

When the cats have done licking on ya pigs balloon

It makes a great picture, sort of tells the truth

I wonder how you sleep knowing that it looks like you

Cos when the rooms done spinning can you see your shoes

Or does the old you come out wearing cowboy boots

With a pistol on your hip like a young John Wayne

Does it ever make you think that you've gone insane

Time on your own again

Is the only way to get control again

The only way to get control my friend

Are your eyes done tripping from the times of old

Do your legs start to quiver when they feel the cold

We all know you loved to think you had a face for the stage

And we know you've got a taste for the under age

Oh but we're so sick and tired of the things you say

You've never made no sense not in any way

I always wonder if they paid you for the loot

Oh cos your not John Wayne you're just a grey Steve Bruce

Time on your own again

Is the only way to get control again

The only way to get control my friend

Time losing face again

Is the only way to earn your place again

The only way to save your space my friend