Are we in the rite place?
Our Christian Aid partners see to it that we are...that we
All are, you used the notorious P word over the radio system
At work and went through disciplinary hell...but now it's over
And you are out with a very entertaining friend who
Grabs his own leg when he sings
Karaoke, he has a whole-hearted admiration
For Italianate motifs...but...
Back to the Korean idea, I still live on the outside
Of any equilateral triangle
No-one there is
The one in the quilted coat from zero eight hundred
Hours
But for three hours of turmoil spent in the vicinity
Of Liverpool Nine...i.e.
England is my country...but not really
Twice in one night, I am collared using unsavoury glances
In savoury places...this must be connatural to the hurtfulness
Of critics who...hurt
That's if they do
I was a bluecoat at the Volunteer
What possesses me to guesses?
As to what may work for me...a bit of guitar pedal
When i'm at a low ebb
So I watch the crowd dynamic and wet
Myself once again in the presence of God, this I find rather
Carking when stretching the legs in strangers' princely
Apartments and when on catching sight of a pretty girl, I know
I am the punk of electronica
Tigers in grasslands
This is a painful beginning to my stint as a Volunteer
I choose an awful seat
Any seat is awful tonight
Tonight is a true spectacle