This afternoon I thought about Buckfast and space
And danced around my kitchen singing Ace of Base
I’m turning into something of a werewolf
With no motivation
I can’t be bothered running after rabbits or Mancunians
Maybe I’m in a hibernation
And I sleep through the moon
I only drink when I’m drunk
Want me to stand on one leg? 
Going to sleep in my truck
I only drink when I’m drunk
I only sink when I’m sunk
Don’t want to talk about it
I only drink when I’m drunk
I called my friend to talk about kungfu and Irn Bru
And if a blackhole makes you better when it pulls you through
He said it doesn’t matter but it does
I need an explanation