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THE ONLY FRIEND I TRUST COMES OUT OF A BOTTLE

Tuesday, 01 November 2005 By Unregistered Corresp

I take the lid off. Pour it into a glass. And relax.

The only friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

After a few I lie back on the bed in my room. I only have one room.
And I kick my shoes off and stare at the ceiling.
Darlings I love you. My eyes chase each other round the room.

The only friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

I don't want to know about waking up. I've closed the door because I enjoy drinking alone.

And I stare up at the ceiling.

The only friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

Then I roll over and look at the wall; I know I have no future but what I have is now.
Big deal.
Better to stand on nothing than to have nothing at all.

The only friend I trust comes out of a bottle.

Gone blind. There is no end. Don't knock on the door because I won't answer. Have only one friend and they are with me now.

Pithy Quote

You lot, you just sit around and talk about socialism, you're the bloody problem. Eighty per cent of this country are white trash, working class. How come they don't vote Labour? 'Cos the Labour Party are a fuckin' disgrace, that's why. I'm against socialism on principle. Engels - he was a factory owner in Manchester exploiting 13 year-old girls. Learn your history, pal, learn your history. I suppose you blame all Ireland's problems on the British. All the problems of the world are down to Britain. That's what you think, why don't you say it? You can't bloody tell me anything about oppression cos, I'll tell you something pal, if you'd been part of Germany, you'd have been liquidated. If you were part of Russia, you wouldn't even exist.