Who’s Used my New Rucksack!?

Who’s Used my New Rucksack!?

Who’s Used my New Rucksack!?

Had this nightmare
Bashed out my brother’s brains
Woke to find I owed rent

Had this dream
Fucking my sister
Woke to find final demands

Tried to sort out the sunlit night
Thieving pimping talk it outright
Got back bailiffs were breaking down the door

And I thought even a son-of-a-bitch’s
Supposed to have FAMILY
Their scraps of excuses kicked me back
Into the night

Now there’s nothing but not to think
Yes not-to-think is the only taboo
The Pandora’s rucksack inside the anarchist’s
Tiny mind