Arms Control Poseur by Fall
Death of a sense of humour
'N death of sense
How do you recover from this?
What do you fear?
Being found out
Then why do you always give yourself away?
What do you want to do?
Hide
Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?
What do you seek?
Oblivion
And drugs walk the streets
What you want to be able to do
is worst advice
Louse given in largesse
Arms control
Arms control poseur
Arms control
Parliment connives a diseased access company
There's nothing much I can do about this
So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound
Spouse is talking on the phone
To well-armed arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
I found my home
I made a calendar that wasn't there
To find whether it was the first of December
Or not
Armed control poseur
In pity and envy
Dragged from the streets
I quite very very much enjoyed
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