Imperfect

By Vince

Written in 1992


The multi-headed traffic light tree in Canary Wharf

I see roadworks, traffic jams.
Polluting gases in our land.
There's litter on the street.
Shoe's cost more than aching feet.

Filled the car with carbon juice.
Credit limits blown a fuse.
Talk of having light pollution.
Eight lane roads are no solution.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

Vandals thrash in their steel cages.
Crush themselves to death.
Police get blamed for all the killing.
When they clear up the mess.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

Nothing in this world of mine.
Emptiness and less.
Worried 'bout my state of mind.
Always in a mess.
Never seem to get it right.
Failing every day.
Not a perfect world I'm told.
At least that's what they say.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.022 22 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts the multi-headed traffic light tree in Canary Wharf and was added, along with the tags in Version 5.022 22 Oct 2017. It was taken by the Author around Jul 2000