Yesterday, all my troubles seemed a fart away
Now it seems as if they rear to stay
Oh I believed in yesterday
Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hanging over me
Foggy day came suddenly
Why I let it go I don’t know, it wouldn’t stay
It stank something strong now I long for yesterday
splendid commentary on the late capitalist manifestation of farter’s remorse
February 2nd, 2007 | #