sunny afternoon spent inside and out standing guard after they fled from police interest turning away automotons eager for joy and dispair stepping gingerly over sharps
I'm on your doorstep tomorrow Bruv I'm out of here tomorrow Bruv The council don't want to fucking know Bruv All I want is a gaff of my own Bruv I might as well sign on the rock and roll
after the summer meadow came the grime after the summer flowers came the harsh concrete after the birdsong came the menace after the sun on my face came the harsh eyes after the peace came the hassle
see that old sofa it used to grace my living room not any more i bought a fuck off leather number and chucked that piece of shit away right there in the car park it ain't mine no more i got rid
