Pinned Down.
This was published, together with "Hands Of The Barmaid" and "The Dunes", in Sarah-Jane Lovett's oral: poems, sonnets, lyrics and the like, London, 1999.

Thanks to Christine for posting them at www.shanemacgowan.com

Fixed Up
Set up
Smacked up
Jacked up
Screwed up
Spewed up
Fucked up
Locked up
Sitting there in chokey
Fourteen years old
No lock on the door
But no way out
No joking
No hoping
No nothing
Pinned Down.

Fat greasy shrinks
Nosey bastards
Got no reason
For the things
They ask you
Keep you there
In a hole
Till you're ready
For jail and dole
Take away your soul
Pinned Down.

Wake up and your heart's
Not beating
Try to kill yourself
But they got you
Beaten
Yyou try to take it
Away from them
Once, then twice
And then again and
Again and again and
Again and again.
Jump out of the window
Slash your wrists
All you really wanted
Was to screw and get pissed.
And the sky is black
But you can't go back
And the way ahead just leads to
The Chandler Clinic.
And there's nothing there
Except madness and despair
Pinned Down.

Dehydration
Humiliation
Degradation
Mind castration
And the sky is black
And the one next to you
Keeps thinking.
They're having a heart attack.
Pinned Down.

Desolation
On medication
Nurse nurse nurse
I can't sleep
Nurse nurse nurse
Can I have more please
Nurse nurse nurse
Now they got you
On your fucking knees
That's where they like
You to be
Ect did a job on me.
Pinned Down.