Listening to Road to Nowhere (Talking Heads)

       This cornflake encrusted kitchen 

milkbowl overturned 

help yourselve to bread and pornmags the 

shop up the road sells beans 

the bicycles in the hall are chained 

together chained to the radiator 

unchained to the wall 

help yourselve to waterfromthetap 

if only you could find a cup 

three mattresses on the floor 

for six bodies the teenage punk 

from portsmouth shivers sick 

in a thin wrap his bottle vodka drunk 

no chance of four taxi quid owed 

by self-proclaimed lawyer 

one tape on repeat play 

throughout the long long 

badbreath mildew and tomcat night 





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