NO ONE HIT

Eyes all shot to shit,
Trying to get a number one hit,
No CD's till Capella gets here,
No cast iron shed of a tear,
Cascading from rage to fear,
Desperate for a pint of beer.

Great iron bird in sky,
Sing me a lullaby,
Under grazing blue-blood sky,
A tear to break a lie,
This is how we say goodbye,
More than usually laden sigh.