Concussion

The psycho in his rubber gloves
Came round with the boys
He said “if music be the food of love
What’s this f*cking noise”
A mauler clamped around my wrist
With knuckles white as lard
He hit the hi-fi with his fist
It fell apart in shards
They were drinking all my vodka down
Like low life vicious drunks
I wanna be a man about town
But not in little chunks
I ought to be more manly
And stand up for myself
But blood runs in my family
And I wouldn’t have it anywhere else
Liquid cosh a chemical pain
Here comes the ground
It’s thanks to the finest medical brains
I’m even around
The video went for a burton
The guys just fell about
When I said “please don’t slam the curtains
And take the front door out”
What happened next is kind-of blurred
Confusion took control
All I heard was a dirty word
My eyes began to roll
The light went out one step beyond
There’s nothing left to see
My name comes up I can’t respond
Not even for a fee
There was no homicide
This much was ascertained
– oh no! I never died
But what of life remained