Slack

Turin Brakes

I've got a rifle on my back
Swinging past the birch trees
Well I set of a bomb way back there
I don't care about nobody but me

I
No I ain't slack

Ran back home and drunk all the wine
Well I stole a bottle for myself
With insects crawling in my hair
The trees are black and I don't care

Cos I
No I ain't slack

Rescued a cat from a tree
Well its fur was all caked in dirt
So I killed it dead for liking me
Yeah I stole a car and drove to town

And I
No I ain't slack