Do not untie your flowers
Oh no Tony
Time has elapsed
Your progress is lax in the forlorn valleys
When I ask where it all went wrong, there are
Places too many to mention
But i'll start with reception, I have
Many friends here and more
Broken spirits, here
There are no new chapters to open
We are all dried up
Shrivelled
It's bloody obvious
Stood like a lemon and I turn my back on you
This is to my cost as I gaze at your circular cage
I am merely ticking the boxes, quietly
Stagnating in my own country
You are takin' our jobs, tuggin' at the denim skirt
I could feel this way but don't
I don't care...like grated tin...i will party
With the Polish any old day
Of the week
My hand is frozen, the mind is limp
New wounds appear, these outnumber
Those that will re-open
They are neon blue
There are potential shifts in colour
Hit the oxygen baby, hit it
Alright laddie
No...half left
I'm seeing the dentist tomorrow, there is a
Taste of metal in the mouth in this
Mini-Manhattan
This doesn't add up
You have been on a sunbed...never
I'll pay you
No way you bribe fuck
You, you fed up feature
Beneath canopies, there is
Gum on the streets
Millions on a clean-up
I am fuckin' ruined mate
Ruined