A creature of habit, so I am told
Might wake up early, and battle the cold
Make his plans, and follow them through
So he can relax, and sink a few!
Have a punt, spin out, and spew!
Take a shower, after every shit
Three times a day, come to think of it
The ritual, always the same, hot, hotter, than turn off the flame
Have a smoke, just before bed
And lie, and listen: your thoughts in my head
Of dreams, and missions in far off places
Of friends, loved ones with unknown faces
Of battles won, with two or more
Of armies raised, from the poor
To rule and reign, for the cause
The battles raging, the call is yours
Refining moment\'s
may be few
Creatures of habit; whatever you do
Please tread wisely, it\'s all up to you.