So run down, dreaming strange
Life flows by, feeling drained
Don’t forget the baned
Wrongside fence-town
Seeming meaningful
Gunned down teariful
Reggae in my earrange
Listening to trench-town
Fleeing weariful

BBC web site
Well estranged
Keeps the bleary
Give me drowning
Reality a real blight
Cutting edge rhythms
Just erase the dreariful
Drink another cheeriful
Cancel out the frowning
Change the channel
Place the flannel
And blot it out
Tonight