Turin Brakes - Slack текст песни

IжЉіe got a rifle on my back
Swinging past the birch trees.
Well I set of a bomb way back there.
I donжЉ° care about nobody but me.
ж…¶oz I ainжЉ° 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 donжЉ° care.
ж…¶oz I ainжЉ° slack
rescued a cat from a tree.
Its fur was all caked in dirt
But I killed it dead for liking me.
Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.
Well I ainжЉ° slack