I'm a loner alone with neuroses and hate Anger is a permanent character trait My letter bombs are primed and ready to send Would you like to Add Me
The future glints like the moon on an old slate roof And everything you say sounds like the truth The things you did made half my dreams come true And
The world is waking outside my window Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Drags my senses into the sunlight For there are things that I must
I woke up this morning my temperature high Buy, buy, buy I'll never buy nothing again, I lied Buy, buy, buy My doctor told me to stay out of town Buy
Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand, into a world that he can't understand. You can't keep pace with the master race, his feet they're going all over
Lilac growing up the walls This sunny afternoon is ours after all The sip sip sip of the dripping tap Raise the pirate flag and laugh This town, as ugly
Taking scissors to play cut up with the black vote down in Florida; coloured pens and glitter glue for sexing up the dossier. I'm the someone who knew
See them scramble to the top, watch them fall from grace Never trust a man with egg on his face Groucho-Marxists look so sweet Slapstick anarchists,
A man walks into a bar, he says, Give me a Bacardi and Coke! The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes the broken and the broke Blather hitches a ride on the
Mr Kokoschka, it just happened again Sad, so sad They struck the museum like a hurricane Sad, so sad All of our culture, it's dead and its gone Sad,
Hail mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus holy mary, mother of god,
Dreaming that you're quietly driving by Waking, wiping sleep out of your eyes Watching firey cocktails in the sky Rebel code, rebel code Huddled in the
Rejoice! Just rejoice at that news! This girl has got the midlife blues She lost her favourite marble again It rolled down the nearest drain A swing
Preserved and safe on a high-up shelf Where soiled little fingers can't mess Catalogued labeled and rarely-played Polished and pure and possessed Aaahaa
Half the front's out there, half-buried Some of them alive The rest of us, we freeze and pray for Spring "Dearest Mother, fill my lungs till victory
(spoken) "Bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle BOOM in a fantastic
The Folk Society meet on Thursday nights Clear their throats and put their coughs to flight To sing the dusty cobwebs from the room A repertoire both
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
