We have things to make and do, paths to blindly follow

DIY to botch and cock, won't wait until tomorrow

calculus continuum, algebraic formulae

wash the pots, darn your socks, make the fucking tea.

The ladder steps we've climbed the arses that we've kissed

regrets of books we've never read, epic films we've missed

faces never sculpted, the lack of lovers' trysts

measured, smart achievements, aspirational shopping lists.

I thumb my nose at mission statements and objectives lists

I despise business processes, I think you get the gist

this tale has no pas de deux, pirouette or twist

I am neither born again nor logical positivist 

I just like art galleries and getting pissed

I just like art galleries and getting pissed

I just like art galleries and getting pissed