Gaijin Weekend

In the cool dark of the bar
Schoolgirl wannabe dancing:
My serpentining beauty, rounds on rounds
And round and round as the room starts spinning,
And finally I feel at home again

Then lost out on the city grid
With no orientation programme:
All the streets look the same
And I'm going nowhere

Making deals with my conscience when I get
To smoke another cigarette
Dragging out the old vices
To remind myself of where I've been

And back in my box again
Cracking open a beer
Hiding the kitchen knife
And punching the walls

Lay my head on the pillow to listen to the voices:
It's just me and the whiskey
Against the ghosts in the night
And tomorrow morning it's all genki genki genki
With the sun in my eyes
So I can't see the red lights.

Spend the day dehydrated
And muzaked to death
'Til I'd kill for a chance
Just to be less extraneous

But there's no second chance
For a deer in the headlights
Watch the blue sky turn to grey
As I waste another year