Wrote this poem
called "the floods roll on"
he said this ain't yours,
where'd you get it from?
you must have stole it from a book,
oh yeah
you must have stole it from a book.
'cause you ain't frail
you ain't beautiful,
and I don't fancy you
at all.
You'd be a ruin
if looks could kill
23 A, Swan Hill
Stiff with rage
The whole world moves
and I'm standing still
in 23A Swan Hill
and it's always raining
and you never ask why
you never give yourself a shot
you just sit and watch your life go by
Kicking stones
alcohol, nicotine
thinking what I might have been
You would be a ruin
if looks could kill
23 A, Swan Hill
And the whole world moves
and I will
and I will
and I will
and I will
in 23 A, Swan Hill
That's It for today.