{inspired by mis-hearing the Fall's "I Wake Up In the City"]
I wake up on the settee
About half past three
My head's full of static
Coming from the TV
I wake up on the settee
Road cone on my head
Hazard lights all a-flashing
My mind full of dread
Early abasement leaves such scars
Penetrating right through to my heart
Tropical island dreams so far away
I wake up on the settee
Bad taste in my mouth
Embarrassing memories
That I can't work out
I wake up on the settee
Curry stains on my shirt
Covered in cuts and bruises
Covered in grazes and dirt
I'm such a great disappointment to my folks
Feels like I've let down all their hopes
Tropical island dreams so far away
I wake up on the settee
To debris all around
Ashtrays overflowing
A line of empty cans
I wake up on the settee
The world has gone insane
Psychopathic leaders
Don't wanna play their game
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