Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young. - Paul Weller

When you're knocked on your back and you life's a flop,
When you're down on the bottom and there's nothing else but to shout to the top!

The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery...

I play out my role, I've even been out walking -
They tell me that it helps, but I know when I'm beaten...