Biro

I suck on biro

The office party is in three weeks time

What shall I wear?

Wet-look in my hair?

I just killed my new boss

I shut that cock up with a rock

Non-stop in his face

Look around you dear, nothing is there

I suck on biro

Stuck in a chair

Where I stare at a square

And answer a phone

I'm thinking of deer

Sculpting and making and being and freezing...

A deer

The phones on my ear

Look around you dear, nothing is there

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next...

I suck on a biro

And taste the black ink

And it tints all my spit green and black

My jaw goes all slack

Well what do you know

It's time to go

Go back home

It was so so so so

So good today

Look around you dear, nothing is there

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next

Do you detect what's coming next