When the days are a haze and mistakes that you made...
Suddenly cascade and invade when you wake
Replayed just in case they may ‘ave faded away...
Like the rain when the sun breaks.
With your head hung in shame, braced...
Drunk in a slumped state as the chunks spray
With a taste of stale Ale an’ the shakes,
Head-ache, red faced, in a state of dismay...
The Curse of stayin’ up late and slurping crates...
In a race with your mates to erase the days
Lost in the Maze of brain waves, cost of play...
With strange named Bourbon’s they claim are on sale
Back-lane merchants takin’ your pay...
Thirsting the wage, like you’re thirsting to sway...
In a way that says this person is wasted
Call a nurse for this patient...
He’s so intoxicated it’s dangerous.
But that’s the aim, the basis of youth’s mistakes, it’s...
The age to partake, go off the rails with...
Sails hit by the full force of gales whipped...
Up by the latest craze hit...
The age to be safe is, when you lay in the grave with...
The worms and the clay stripped of the basics
Embrace the day quick, the haze will fade if...
...You moderate the chases,
Before you tolerate the effect created.
But I’m getting wrecked today as I say this...
It’s Saturday, the Suns away, he’s left the Moon to play with...
Time to get native, led astray, complacent...
For now ‘Carpe-diem’ is my final statement!