Here here!
To the boy in the middle who couldn't shed a single tear
To that curled up posture that makes you want to smash his back and rear
And he's cryin'
Oh no, not this again
That dark haired image, and it doesn't seem to drain
Stop buggin' me please
Scumbag brain
Now Jacket's zipped and the neck held higher
Though burried deep down a heavily breathing desire
Cheap neat tricks from a denial starter
Go on roll on down ahead, i'll let you flatter
Her again for your iron smelly fingers
And your oddly beating chest
And those nails cut-off bitten
I'll just sit here waiting for you to hear the wither
You deaf believer
Ofcourse there's no getting out, images spout right at in my face
I would tilt my head sideways, push it with my palm quite strongly at any given surface
But that wouldn't do oh, no, no no darling would you please stop well obviously you can't
And he's again staring a booming night ,white light in his sight
But ofcourse she's alright
