Monday, February 22, 2016

Scully's Song


They said you'd come home
But things have moved on
They said you'd come home
Nothing's moved on

It wasn't the stress of the job
Causing offence
It was bound to come true 
Glorious chaos
Ripping my sense
It was bound to come true
So it rained for five days
Hunting and fishing
I was rusting from the inside
Justice asleep but somewhere
She was not sleeping

The programmes don't help

The links
The YCL girls
The sauna
The doctors
The drugs
Missionaries
The punters 
The habits
Community men

They said you'd come home
But things have moved on
They said you'd come home
Nothing's moved on

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