This journey sucks
I want it to end
I'm slowly going
Round the bend
I didn't want to
Sing this song
I didn't ask to be
Dragged along

Can't open the door
'Cause I'll come to harm
No end in sight
And increasing alarm
When options are nil
And you haven't a prayer
It's time to be having
A ruddy good swear

You say it's wrong
I know it's right
I'm here and I'm ready
It's happening tonight
With all my will
And all my might
My finger is poised
I'm going to write ...

CHORUS
“BUM” on the steamed-up window of my parent's car
This is the best part of this stupid journey so far
And when I'm ridin' everybody in the world will see
The word “BUM” on the window that was written by me

Turn off the radio
It's bumming me out
Patience for nothing
But piddling about
Think of a word
With desire renewed
It's time to be silly
And time to be rude

When everything's knackered
And life is a crawl
Or it feels like the future
Is nothing at all
Belted and seated
But standing up tall
Digit to glass and
I'm ready to scrawl ...

REPEAT CHORUS

Bum on the window
Bum on the window
Bum on the window
Bum on the window

With all my will
And all my might
My finger is poised
I'm going to write ...

REPEAT CHORUS x 2

Written by Intermittent Explosive Disorder
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