Danny reads the obituaries
Another young guy gone
Perhaps he knew too much
Danny’s got decisions to make
Got stuff to ascertain
Danny goes down to the corner shop
To get some bits and bobs
He drops some coppers in the muslim charity bucket
Cause he hates the fucking cops
Danny’s got stuff to do
Got stuff to ascertain
It’s Danny’s day
With a bottle on the table decisions get easier to make
Danny’s got a letter to write
Got a letter to send
On Danny’s day
”You, unknown man, many a time I’ve wanted to slash your face. Although I guess you’re my unknown soul mate through your love for her”
Danny lets go of the pen
Danny lets go of the fag
Danny lets go
Life walked past Danny
Life strolled past Danny
Danny was walked past.
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Lyrics submitted by Spectorbullets.