Angry Saints - Deptford Creek Lyrics

Dead inside, in formaldehyde
Bleary-eyed
Am I free at last now?
You never see the monotony
The cyanide, the boozy hoosegow
Locked in a room, Sunday gloom
Staring out at a weeping willow
Tick tick boom, waiting to rest
Your lubricated head on a pillow

Looking back, I guess
I could've done better
Bitten the bullet
Wrote you a letter

Hammered again, amen, amen
Ossify, make it a double
No, pick up a pen
Get out of your den, detoxify
Shovel the rubble

I want to be an aider and abettor
Hit the gas, push the carburettor

Drive it away, this is the day
Hit the ball down the old fairway

It's a poisonous reek, Deptford Creek
Under your skin, silver shallows
Trough or peak, am I a freak?
Where do I begin?
Craven and callow

Looking back, I guess
I could've done better
Bitten the bullet
Wrote you a letter

Drive it away, this is the day
Hit the ball down the old fairway