We had a vote on marriage equality
But the Christians couldn’t just stand there quietly
They had to have their share of attention
So, they made up religious freedom
So, they didn’t feel left out.
Poor Christians pout
It always has to be about them.
Claiming, more people want religious freedom
Than those who voted for equality.
Of course, they did,
(roll of the eyes) We all said.
The sun shines.
Golden,
Long afternoon,
Stretches toward tomorrow.
The melancholy of it going
Takes our sorrow
And prepares us
For another day.
Life is,
Fresh butter,
And fresh honey,
On fresh bread.
Holding hands.
Sun on your face,
Your toes in the sand.
Cold water on your skin,
Your lovers grin.
Sometimes,
We overthink this thing.
Mid nineties disco was hot,
boom dahdi boom, dahdi boom, boom, boom.
Deep House,
doompa, dar doom, dar doom, doom, doom.
The sun shone down
and the sky was blue
doompa, dar doom, doom, doom, doom, doom
As we left the club
our eyes we'd rub.
Fuck me!
I cannot see.
We'd stumble and fall
I remember it all.
Monday morning
sunglasses and yawning
Stretching our threads
and scratching our heads
the world spun around us
with fairy dust and lust.
Then the 9 to 5 peak,
would come into view, eek!
Monday morning spew
sometimes, it is better for you
And then we'd laugh
and point and gnaff
and thank the universe again
that we weren't one of them.
We were invisible
our dancing treats made us invincible
freaks at the freak show
having just been let out.
They looked at us
as if we were going to hell,
Ah, I remember it well,
we thought they were unwell.
Doomp, doomp, doomp, doomp, doomp,
still thumping in our brains
and we had enough in our veins,
to remain under the witches’ call.
We'd tumble into a taxi,
the suits were our patsy,
laughing and pointing again
we had no shame.
Sunglasses on.
When people pass me in the street,
I always imagine they just vaporise
when they get somewhere behind me,
I’ve thought that for the longest time.
