Bus Stop To The Bomb

She could have been
a Barry island beauty queen
but she went missing
in the mainstream
she got dolled up
like a chemical birdbrain
but still she failed to fly

From the bus stop to the bomb
pale and polluted she couldn’t sing on

Whispering words under lights of prostitution
curb crawling with a thousand songs
how long could it last in the discoteque
another disposable worn out durex

From the bus stop to the bomb
pale and polluted she couldn’t sing on

In the cold war for the minimum wage
the wife next bed put a hairdryer to her head
and contemplated demi-wave

From the bus stop to the bomb
pale and polluted she couldn’t sing on