It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground and a nervous disposition does'nt agree
Air cushioned soles, i bought them on the portobello road on saturday i stop and stare a while, a common pastime when conversation goes astray but don
dresser, he's the common aggressor he's a modern retard with a love of bomblast keeps his eye on the news never dwells on the past chorus he's a modern
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps so she takes a bus into the country although she got herself rosy cheeks she didn't? leave enough mondey
Primal, evil what am i ? tongue-tied unti the day i die there's no oove made with mermaids it's just distraction or so they say but i'm trying to car
car, goes to a house in emperors gate, through the door and to his rrom, then he puts the tv on, turns it off and makes some tea, says modern life it'
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Miss america sits in the shower she's plucking hours from the sky picks up the telphone into another home don't ask me why i don't mind, i don't mind
Chemical eats Best part of the peach You're always the way you are What of that going to close you in You got a gaping hole in your head I'd let
Only the magical transit children sing, sing the lullaby bah bah bah, sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, it's colourful, it's colourful
A fervoured image of another world Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone
I think too much on things i want too much it makes me hateful and i say stupid things only you can fill my blank heart and i'm resigned to that i wish
Wash with new soap behind the collar keeps a clean mental state don't usually bother in cold weather but still i'm getting into work late and i don't
Sunday sunday here again in tidy attire you read the colour supplement, the tv guide you dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
Lead in me and me in water dangling in my word i swallowed to much oily water it keeps slipping down my spine in a sense of self decline growing fat
Kazoo, kazoo, you are mine i give you my heart every time turn it up, turn it off, turn it in anyway you choose, anyway you choose at all sometimes you
Practise doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing mixing drinks at water holes get snarled
Good morning Wake up Wake up with purpose and polite efficiency Stuff vitamin pills down your half guarantee A kiss and cuddle with a lucky girl You