Skint & Demoralised - Voluntary Confinement lyrics

As Sunday morning smells of toast are drifting through the nation My senses have diminished and my body's drained of sleep When littered pathways are my host and I'm weak with desperation Now everything has finished and I am left All alone And twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective And walking's not my style, so I stumble for a while And I'm squinting in the light amidst my alcoholic haze With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth I'm the only man on earth As people eat their Sunday roast, I stumble-in through the back door My senses have diminished and my body's craving sleep When littered pathways are no more and sleep is just around the corner Now everything has finished and I am left All alone Twenty-seven miles for a night-out on the tiles The benefit of hindsight is a wonderful perspective, I'm reflective And talking's not my style, so I mumble for a while And days drift into night amidst my alcoholic haze With God's help I will over-come this terrible affliction And I'd shout for what it's worth, but there's no-one else around And I'm certain that I'll conquer and escape from this addiction But at this moment in time, I'm the only man on earth I'm the only man on earth