A prefab and a stalker in tow
Go Leicestershire and remember, in case of fire
Quittez votre chambre
Make une decision
Beautiful colours and dissolves, life in the Gutter...run
I spend my days alone, sometimes I will use my voice
Only twice...once for aunty, once for my
Cripple woman
Cheeky mare
By the way, have you not seen the latest nerve?
Come dine alone...this upbringing is an enviable one
What is magic to me is the norm to lucky
Children, still they talk inane sci-fi nonsense
I defied those who belittled me
I defied more than anybody, myself
Another skipp'd meal helps to keep
The weight-gain wolves from the door
I once met a real gent with a profession
This was a rare moment and a meeting of minds
Or perhaps not...in this oil-spill of ocean
Why this life not chosen?
What fear?
What fade?
Is it in the refractive quality of gobos?
Or is it in the blood of those you love?
Of those you love?
Jesus fuckin' Christ
This is dodgy ground, three deaths and
Forty two casualties in the last year and the
Making of a film in the week commencing...
The male lover will kill himself in a Paris
Hotel room and I will utilise to the full
Twenty eight service stations, or more
A v-sign full in the face or I will slap
Your legs...i would die for you
Tramp
Benchmark
Closer and closeness
The discomfort that familiarity brings
Oh yeah...and the familiarity with discomfort