Tired Fool - Lyrics

There's a tired fool, at the crossroads of nowhere
Sees from where he's come but doesn't know he's been there
Feels weak in the knees, fear in his eyes
He's afraid of the silence; he'll run 'til he dies

Impassioned neurotic, Vodka & tonic
It's hard to make a stand when you're on your knees
True blue voodoo, Say what you want to
Twenty first century, Nothing comes free

Rock music today, rehashed Zeppelin licks
A bitter pill, as its how I get my kicks
Live in a nation with nothing left to lose
The Right goes to war, while the left-wing snooze

On antibiotics, Corrective narcotics
It's hard to make a stand when you're on your knees
Strange & erotic, Feeling psychotic
Twenty first century, Nothing comes free

He's climbing the stairs, but feels sure he's falling
Make no sudden movements without prior warning
He reaches his bed, and turns on the TV
A living monument to apathy

More antibiotics, and vodka & tonics
You can't make a stand when you cannot see
Leviathan's late, asleep or awake
I'll tell you a secret; the tired fool's me.

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I'm not sure where these came from, they're a bit angry-young-man!