Whirl

Ever a fit for the whirl
What's within the core
There was something here before
Down in the commons
Away from the door

Here I was always out looking for ways to stay sound
I got lost along the way
Here I was always out praying for ways to stay down
I got lost along the way

I was unfit for the game
I aimed a gun at the world
Slept in the piss of the poor
Down in the bottoms
Away from the door