The broken bike, abandoned and left to rot,

it sits still all day and night,

wishing it had the tools to fix itself,

the broken bike

The whining wheels groan as it stands there all alone,

the wheels have been battered as the have been used like a cargo truck,

the broken bike,

The pedals are rusty and are covered in mud from tumbling toads,

they wish they could see the boiling sun, as they can burn like skin on Brighton beach,

the broken bike,

The light flickers every time like a broken radio,

like a calling signal in a military base,

the broken bike,

The handle bars are covered in dirty leaves like a tangled basket,

trapped forever, like thief in a dungeon

a broken bike

The broken bike, abandoned and left to rot,

it sits still all day and night,

wishing it had the tools to fix itself,

the broken bike

The whining wheels groan as it stands there all alone,

the wheels have been battered as the have been used like a cargo truck,

the broken bike,

The pedals are rusty and are covered in mud from tumbling toads,

they wish they could see the boiling sun, as they can burn like skin on Brighton beach,

the broken bike,

The light flickers every time like a broken radio,

like a calling signal in a military base,

the broken bike,

The handle bars are covered in dirty leaves like a tangled basket,

trapped forever, like thief in a dungeon

a broken bike