Eyes roll when I enter this establishment
And I feel the gaze
Of a dozen loyal locals filled with rage
A dozen loyal locals who can't stand change
I went down to the loo
And all I saw were three young adults
Snorting lines off each other's legs
And bashing ceramic tiles on their heads
Does your Mum know about your habit?
I can feel
My rage
Bubbling away
I wanted to sit in peace and I couldn't
Well why is that?
Because I'm being stared at by five individuals
Who can't stand my new shoes
So I proceeded to get more drunk
And i proceeded to get more rude
And observe my company
From the corner of the room
Does your Mum know about your habit?
Does your Mum know about drugs?