Comedown

A nose full of cold
A head full of woe
A heart full of blue
And a hole in my soul

Hot lemon and honey, preserve of the granny
Three nights on the lash and I’m cursed with a rash
My hair’s turned to straw and my shoulder is sore
Piss holes for eyes and a mouth filled with ‘why’s?’

I’m not built for booze or the rock n’ roll louche
I’m a cotton wool bomb and my wiring’s come loose
It’s a sorry affair when one’s brain is just air,
Straight back to bed for Calamity Bear