Briefcase, polished and tight nWarm rum out of sight nLast one to the tree nGets ten digs to the arm nSunshine song won't leave me nI like crafting horses on a Monday afternoon nI spent all my Boxing Day thinking about a moon nYesterday's news will always be the same nWherever you find it nI prefer to rattle their cages nHoping there's a reason behind it. nDown down deep underground nLeave with a frown nPeople they stare nAsk me if I care