Shine Bright Like a Diamond

Shine Bright Like a Diamond

 

Yet another one off today;

If you asked me, I’d maybe say

any fucking idiot could play

that riff, with a practice. Once,

you know, I banged a tambour,

drove a conga-dancin’ samba,

a good crack, I was a natural

due to banging what I like.

Ah, it’s much too much shite,

you’d sing it better on one note

autotuned, play one handed keys,

skip black ones, scratching fleas

onto your paper and comb;

post it with a from me to you.

What? Any pissing title will do.

We’re sat all liking, blank face

painted, stabbing at our phones

as it pleases - a strain of moans,

home alones, mattress backed

skip-tracks, flicking social media

in a frantic fear of missing out.

You say I should be at work,

I admit I sometimes flirt with it,

but after a bit, I’ve had enough,

two hours on, I’m feeling rough,

stressed - diagnosis nomophobia

sore throat and a tickly cough

me sisters and me mammy lost,

so, I choose to be happy and:

Shine bright like a diamond,

Shine bright like a diamond,

Shine bright like a diamond,

I'm a diamond in the sky,

Shine bright like a diamond,

Shine bright like a diamond,

Shine bright like a diamond,

Shine bright like a…ah, fuck off.