For the Maudlin - Withered Hand

Maybe the world would be better without me

I got a bad habit of fucking up

when every sunrise I see takes the piss out of me

and there’s cold tea in our loving cup

I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best

I mean it’s heavy, but it’s not heavy rock

and now I’m feeling depressed sitting here in my vest

it’s like we’re born with our heads on the block

And this song is for the strugglers

it’s for the cynics and the maudlin

and this song is for the poor boy

I won’t be there in the morning

Oh don’t give up, don’t give up on us

and sure these are degenerate times

you don’t have to be some kind of guru

just chuck something together as long as it rhymes

and I hope that is means something to you

And if I suck in my cheeks when I’m with you

and if I wear too much soap in my hair

pull on your kitten heel shoes

we’ve got dancing to do

pulling teeth from the jaws of despair

Cos this song is for the strugglers

it’s for the cynics and the maudlin

this song is for the poor boy

I won’t be there in the morning

And this song is for the strugglers

it’s for the cynics and the maudlin

and this song is for the poor boy

I won’t be there in the morning

no, I’ll be asleep on an overnight bus