I used to be three, a skipper and a jumper
A was-been
I dressed like a trooper
I worked as a tart
Around the globe
Whacking off...hurray
Medals...we'll receive medals
Around this restless globe, any commitment
Is of a silver density
Amidst false laughter, any charge
Is a charge built on a belief
British in its blood and bloody in
Its mind, reddened and soulless
I am a sum of no-one
I am a Love for no-one
So, ant-like creepy bog-monster...why not leave
This party?
This join-in-people-of-the-world
Party?
Get yourself bottled you gormless idiot because
It is too awkward to speak with the playwright
Just a nod for today
Must get on, it is strange in here without the
Sound of your voice, it is strange...Aintree is
Wedged between God and Satan
I am bold, soul music and R 'n B
Do we bond?
Is the outfit yours?
Shrug...shrug your shoulders
Encouragement is given...a trip to
Harrogate is on the cards and there is a grimmace
Upon discovering the loss of some readies
A left index finger upon a right pinky, tapping out the
First of a series of opinions or facts
Perhaps
Feathered bow, Soho
Over-polished cutlery is my weaponry, I am part
Of the Reconquista, whether I like it or not and
Special deals to Helsinki give me the travel bug
I am immune, strong, solitude is no surprise
In white trainers when out come those bloody
Nightlights