well i'd certainly get a lot more done i suppose and maybe be happier about doing it.

You'd probably be more aggressive and wound up


Don't forget..........EVERYTHING is shite

I`m not f**kin paranoid i tell ya !

who said that ?

When I run into friends of mine I haven't seen in years,
They give me the once over then their eyes well with tears.
Then they pronounce me 'looking great', I haven't changed a bit,
I flash 'em back a feeble smile: I know I look like shit.

'Cos I saw myself this morning, phew, and I know of what I speak.
I'm a human being, but I look like I reek.
And a weaker bathroom lightbulb just might take care of it,
'Cos the mirror shatters your illusions when you look like shit.

Shit comes in different colours, and consistencies,
I guess that I'm just aging like the finest wines and cheeses.
The guy that's me, who's in my dreams, is twenty-five or six,
I'm old enough to be his dad, how's that for parlour tricks?
Life's a job you're fired from, unless of course you quit,
Gee, I wonder if that old blind guy knows that he looks like shit?

Let's ask him!

'Scuse me? No, over here!

Although I know it's natural, I still can't understand.
Once I looked like a million bucks, now, more like two grand.
We start out with a lot of time, but what happens to it?
Times flies when you **** around and then you look like shit!

Oh, ain't it the truth, brothers and sisters?

Shit comes in different colours, and consistencies,
'Shit's a gift we make', Freud said, 'here, take mine won't you please?'
Growing old ain't easy, it's a process so they say.
We proceed to our grand finales, every single day.
But dying doesn't worry me, I'm not bothered a bit,
I just don't like the thought of lying there looking like shit!

and the point of that old load of bollox is what exactly?

Meh.............just song excellent lyrics

lyrics, really, is that by some tosser like billy bragg then, cause he is really arse.

Loudon Wainright III........very good he is too

So f****** what!

Well I've been to Hastings
And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what

Well I've been here
And I've been there
And I've been every f****** where
So what, so what

So what, so what you boring little c***
Well who cares, who cares what you do
Who cares, who cares about you
You, you, you


Now those are lyrics.

Rather unpleasant and written with little or no intelligence

It's not poncy "i'm an inner city ghetto poet" crap that is liked by guilt ridden middle class liberals, I'll give you that.

Neither are the lyrics I posted, they are however written with intelligence and humour.

I don't care