Saturday night, been out all day, now I'm
Back home and there's no drink and none wanted
The amazing thing is just how much time
When I stay clean suddenly lies ahead
And how quick and how much gets done. I've fed
My guitar with attention already
And yet it's still just nine. Maybe I should
Do some writing, I've got some comedy
Planning, my medical routine, healthy
Doses of sick humour, a pantomime
Of bullshit diarrhoea to fuck the head
To make ebola fun for you and me
I'll do a bit, tomorrow I'll be tryin'
To do a bit more, now I'm not wasted
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