Sweet Dissatisfaction
All those little nobodies in your heart
Damning all your yesterdays
Cursing a time when you acted like such a tart
– you really were an arsehole that day

Discos, microbes, these things come between us
Come between us
Hot pills, dear thrills, I've put in my order
They are just across the border

Realisations in your soothing WC
A westerly blows through the window
Contemplating your own mortality
Considering becoming Christian

We talk with friends about plans of action
Drastic action
Trade blows, talk shows, looking for distraction
For some sweet dissatisfaction