Mentalechoes

As I looked out across my flat,
I wanted to lay down on my back.

So much crap could I see,
I could hardly believe it belonged to me.

How the fuck did it all get here,
where do I put it all to get the place clear?

The vacuum cleaner looks small in my hands,
to suck up the mess in which I stand.

My mates buggered off and left me the chore,
of cleaning up this mess thats covered the floor.

Where do I start, where do I begin,
just where the hell do I find the rubbish bin?

Maybe I should get a cleaning lady,
but that would mean I’m more useless than a baby.

Well mess-o-mine that’s all around,
This is it you bastard, you’re going down… to the rubbish tip.

Padwanna!