To Carlo the quiff, the outsider
He wants to be inside really
Badly
You have a look of Margaret about you
You do you do
A roadbike is otherwise known as a
Hybrid
You want to see my notes
Tough
Others' laughter is such medicine
On the frontline...i think
Bradford as alternative
This decision could be catastrophic
MORI is mentioned also by you, just when
I needed rigidity the most...that is long lost
Forty five to sixty is where most dissatisfied men are found
Misguided as ever, storming through doors and not
Preparing questions, no body of knowledge, no big brains
England is flooded, hope and fear
Tasty and tasteful, I am rejecting good souls, tryin' to
Sugar the pill, tryin' to enter a Hell on earth
It's warm
I start then stutter to another stop, I am
Ultimate Anti-Brockiersystem, no chicane can
Save me now
My achilles aches away and managers feel the fear
Forever and it is still
A wannabe yank who will be the one who ballsed it
All up
Anti-delusion, ridiculous helmets
Miasma
Wallet type akimbo
Real, fifth wheel
I judge the banner, take me to the
Black country
Not a woman
Okay Sir
If you don't like it, don't book it
The physical presence of the Father's body is
Evident in the skipping across a busy main junction
I will be waiting
I will have you rollered