Obscurity Knocks Lyrics - Singles - Trash Can Sinatras

Always at the foot 

Of the photograph 

That's me there 

Snug as a thug 

In a mugshot pose 

A foul mouthed rogue 

Owner of this corner 

And not much more 

Still these days 

I'm better placed 

To get my just rewards 

I'll pound out a tune 

And very soon 

I'll have too much to say 

And a dead stupid name 

Though I ought to be learning 

I feel like a veteran 

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry 

But I hate your poems' 

Calendars crumble 

I'm knee deep in numbers 

I've turned twenty one, I've twist 

I'm bust and wrong again 

Rubbing shoulders 

With the sheets till two 

Looking at my watch 

And I'm half past caring 

In the lap of luxury 

It comes to mind 

Is this headboard hard? 

Am I a lap behind? 

But to face doom 

In a sock stenched room 

All by myself 

Is the kind of fate 

I never contemplate 

Lots of people would cry 

Though none spring to mind 

Though I ought to be learning 

I feel like a veteran 

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry 

But I hate your poems' 

Calendars crumble 

I'm knee deep in numbers 

I've turned twenty one, I've twist 

I'm bust and wrong again 

Know what it's like 

To sigh at the sight 

Of the first quarter of life? 

Ever stopped to think 

And found out 

Nothing was there? 

They laugh to see such fun 

I'm playing blind man's bluff 

All by myself 

And they're chanting 

A line from a nursery rhyme 

'Ba ba bleary eyes 

Have you any idea?" 

Years of learning 

I must be a veteran 

Of 'Oh, I like your poetry 

But I hate your poems' 

And the calendar's cluttered 

With days that are numbered 

I've turned twenty one, I've twist 

I'm bust and wrong again 

Ought to be learning, twist 

I'm bust and wrong again 

Feel like a veteran, twist 

I'm bust and wrong again 

Calendar's cluttered 

With days that are numbered 

And I know what it's like 

To sigh at the sight 

Of the first quarter of life