Half Past Hell in IKEA

It's half past hell in IKEA
In a dream I can't escape
I can't find my way out
Too many people bumping
It's a Sunday morning nightmare
I've just my third beer
Slow dancing with the blues
Since the moment I got here
A salty yellow sliver of salmon
Lies dormant on the plate
Please take me out back and shoot me
Or in either parking lot
Just please don't just let my body rot
At High Noon in the sun
You can throw me in ditch
Or in a halting site
Just don't leave me here
In Ballymun