billy bragg
january song
I'm so tightly wound in tension Feel just like a guitar string Wait until revealed emotions Touch me and you'll hear me sing  I'm so tired of being wired But there's so much that I have to do Tidy up the place for Monday When she's buried in her dancing shoes  My journey has been so hard lately Been having to get out and push Left me standing on the sidewalk Talking to a burning bush  Politicians selling freedom Bumper sticker, 50 cents Asking what he wants to be free from Answer don't make any sense  Somewhere on the far horizon Gonna wash away my sins Turn around and taste tomorrow This is how the end begins