Requiem for failure

When stars burn out the whole world shines the light

We drink and moourn Dave Bowie's spaceship flight

We got to Southgate Cemetqry and cry

For Amy who died young and flew so high

But what about us slobs us losers

Drunks, dolies even drug abusers

Who gives a toss, not the doctors or the bosees

We are scripted off as pure dead losses

Social workers cry into the gin

About the the damaged souls like Ellie Flynn

Who Od'ed when just thirteen in an alley all alone

And only a passing stray cat head her dying groans

Until the world's a better place I'll say it and say it with pride

Losers I'm with you, we are the realler side!!