dog’s in the kitchen, locked in, barking
irene’s sparko on the lounge floor
anarchy in the uk’s screeching
1 of your mate’s trying to get out your door
there’s ring-pulls scattered all round the fireplace
dinosaur cd rack’s bust where I fell
you’re sleeping all over broken cd cases
and your chesterfield’s got a foul sweet smell
i need peace to get some sleep
but i can’t remember how to turn anything off
and i’ve got a beer and a half box of wine
and i gotta be up at half past nine
ah, she’s snoring, louder than the barking
strummer’s shouting i dunno the time
this wine is crap i just need another glass
i don’t need no sleep i’m fine