Happy Go Lucky
I'm happy go lucky but don't give a damn
What the princes are thinking or the common man
'Don't watch the TV' is all I advise
If it's not propaganda, it's just stupid lies
Lost in efflorescence but just for a time
What are my options? Revolution or crime?
The constant recession if born without means
Makes happy go lucky the stuff of dreams
In this book I'll tell you why I persevered
The answer is simple: all that I feared
A return to the kingdom of autopia
And live like a has been in suburbia
I mapped out the cosmos, I did it in code
Each heavenly body and Birmingham road
Oh, the hidden fragments strategically placed
The close textual reading of something erased
Are you blinded by scandal, is redemption phased?
There's a bomb in the vestry that cannot be traced
I hated my labour and I hated my life
I got drunk on that hatred and made her my wife
"Sorrow's better than laughter" she said with a grin
"There isn't a good man who doesn't know sin"
I stopped drinking, what was I thinking?
For there is no remembrance of former things
Gave my heart to know wisdom that comes after kings
All I got was vexation and vanities claws
And an endless probation in a city of bores
Each difficult question and simple riposte
The lack of attention and paradise lost
Break the frame of your fiction, the frame of your frame
Be happy go lucky and don't wish for fame
Be happy go lucky but don't wish for fame
What the princes are thinking or the common man
'Don't watch the TV' is all I advise
If it's not propaganda, it's just stupid lies
Lost in efflorescence but just for a time
What are my options? Revolution or crime?
The constant recession if born without means
Makes happy go lucky the stuff of dreams
In this book I'll tell you why I persevered
The answer is simple: all that I feared
A return to the kingdom of autopia
And live like a has been in suburbia
I mapped out the cosmos, I did it in code
Each heavenly body and Birmingham road
Oh, the hidden fragments strategically placed
The close textual reading of something erased
Are you blinded by scandal, is redemption phased?
There's a bomb in the vestry that cannot be traced
I hated my labour and I hated my life
I got drunk on that hatred and made her my wife
"Sorrow's better than laughter" she said with a grin
"There isn't a good man who doesn't know sin"
I stopped drinking, what was I thinking?
For there is no remembrance of former things
Gave my heart to know wisdom that comes after kings
All I got was vexation and vanities claws
And an endless probation in a city of bores
Each difficult question and simple riposte
The lack of attention and paradise lost
Break the frame of your fiction, the frame of your frame
Be happy go lucky and don't wish for fame
Be happy go lucky but don't wish for fame
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Writer(s): Stephen Anthony Duffy
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