Big Cock-Up

[Verse] A picture of misery drawn on the street Lumpy pavement where sorrow meets defeat Bad crayon bleeding on a wet day’s slate The colors drip like a heart that’s late [Chorus] It’s a big cock-up in those circumstances A joke with no punchline just lost chances Misery wrapped up tight like an enema Oh The irony burns like cinema [Verse 2] I read the 'clacks', where shadows conspire Each word lit up like a match on fire It’s not poetry it’s a dull gray tone A message of murder, I understand the drone [Bridge] Turns out the punchline’s an empty glass A laugh that cracks but doesn’t last It’s all a riddle with no escape A tangled knot we can’t reshape [Chorus] It’s a big cock-up in those circumstances A dance with no rhythm just awkward stances Misery wrapped up tight like an enema And life spins on like a cheap diorama