David Thomas Broughton - Anchovies lyrics

I'm not ill, I'm not unwell, But I'm going to call in sick for work today. Not going to cut no tree, Not going to cut no flower, I'm going to leave this city for good. Not going to mow no lawn, Not going to trim no hedge, I'm going to find your house and walk right in. Not going to make no vote, Not going to cross no box, I'm going to find a cloud and see what shapes it makes. Not going to write no song, Not going to play no guitar, I'm going to find a fence that I can sit on. Not going to paint no picture, Not going to write no word, I'm going to find and fill my belly with anchovies. Not going to drive no truck, Not going to fly no plane, I'm going to rip somebody's clothes from the line. Not going to stop me now, Not going to slow my hand, I'm going to risk this this bubble bursting, I'm going to lie right through my teeth once more.