Briefcase, polished and tight Warm rum out of sight Last one to the tree Gets ten digs to the arm Sunshine song won't leave me I like crafting horses on a Monday afternoon I spent all my Boxing Day thinking about a moon Yesterday's news will always be the same Wherever you find it I prefer to rattle their cages Hoping there's a reason behind it. Down down deep underground Leave with a frown People they stare Ask me if I care