It was very sporting of you, this sacrifice
It is the coil in a magnetic field, it is
Absolute theatre
They harp on about the Manchester music scene
I talk thereafter with prickly hotel staff, well they are
This morning, i fill my nostrils
With an air filtered of northern
Constellations
A smoke and an energy drink are called for
Ahead of this year's collection which has now arrived
I am behind with the rent
I am not related to the landlord
I am so, so patient
And here am I thinking you said passionate
Well Honey, this body arches itself
Wastes muscle for you
It's plain
We live in an age of slave apologies
There are no popstars anymore
How much more can i watch people
Scoffing their faces while i don't?
Free range double-yolkers and hops will not suffice
Crazy project...not really my Love
I'm flying over Russia, wide-eyed and
Asleep, dancing with another man's wife
In the billiard room on a fun-filled afternoon
Really tasty eh?
Shampoo instead of hairspray
Music in place of Love
Dreams of children and a potted
History are never never enough
Ingested in this soul, a speeding
Unforgiving body, a killer of a grimmace
I will light a virtual candle for you
I will doubt my decisions
I will fear the second half of life
In the place where cottages are inhabited by
Geriatric piss artists, i will
Champion the cause and announce the
Letter V using morse code
People have money
People are not shy
People tell the truth