Sweet 21 Water Brown

I spent my 21st birthday In a squalid old bed and breakfast On the outskirts of Liverpool That cost me $10 to light And 20 a night With the only bathroom 1 floor down The toilet water brown Pungently scented The bed fermented Now 21 years on My 42 birthday hath come And the only thing that has changed Is I am further estranged From what is luck What be deemed chance And the all too familiar Side wise glance Tut of derision Privilege based on class Shatters still my heart of glass