I went for a drink, not to get into a stink, I wasn’t
looking to get into strife
Left home about one, for some Saturday fun, I was carefree
and happy with life
Got a bus to the city, in summer so pretty, the sunshine
brings out the best sights
We met up at the pub, had a beer and some grub, looking
forward to an enjoyable night
We wandered up town, put another few down, when we left the sky had turned grey
I walked down the street, just watching my feet, when I
moved to get out of his way
There were people all round, all kinds of loud sounds, the
sidewalk was packed, it was tight
We bumped, “sorry mate”, I picked up my gait, my mates had
walked out of sight
I’m so very tired I could sleep for a week, my room is so dark, it smells clean
There’s an itch I can’t get, I am dreaming I bet, what’s
that over there on that screen
I want to roll over, but too lazy I don’t, I stay on my
back, close my eyes
That itch I’ll get later, I’m so bloody hungry, I could
knock back a couple of pies
I wake up again, the itch it has gone, but why is my Mum by my bed
What’s this tube in my nose, and one in my arm, why is my
vision so blurry and red
I reach out to touch her, but can’t make the stretch, my arm
it’s not moving at all
She looks up at me, her eyes dark with pain, "my son,
you've had a bad fall”
I lie here and ponder, just what lies on yonder, I’ve been in this bed for a year
I can’t move my fingers, the tingling lingers, I move my
lips but there’s nothing to hear
There’s a tube in my bladder, Mum’s never looked sadder, but
the bruising is slowly abating
My girl she is here, her eyes wet with tears, one minute
despair and then hating
One day I’m alone and it all flashes back, the footbpath, an ache in my head
The guy that I bumped, he turned, very pumped, and hit me so
hard, then he fled
My head hit the ground, then a gurgling sound, escaped from
my mouth where I fell
I’ve not moved since that time, just more alcohol crime, of
my pain no-one can I tell
I sleep in short bursts, my head it still hurts, and worse I just don’t know why
One minute I’m happy, I’m now in a nappy, first I'm brave
and then I just cry
Just one coward punch, I should have left after lunch, but I
didn’t and now here I lie
I just went out for a beer, for some Saturday cheer, turn it
off Mum, I’m ready to die
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