who wants to come?
No need to bring a present,
maybe some rum.
Take the left from Route Fed Up,
drive until you see the red house with the black roof.
We shall sing and carry our key,
I sure hope the neighbours walls are sound proof.
Tonight is our night to let out those blues.
We will yell and stomp and ignite a few fuse.
See I’m fed up of a big bad world when I am 89% a good girl.
Everything always turn sour and I am sick and tired of all life’s twisted knit and purl.
See how the 90% bad guys always win, well I’m frustrated with that shit.
So we will raise our voices and a glass too, tonight we will forget that one bottomless pit.