from the barren moors i ventured down
to skim some of the funds from the dead brick town.
but in a twist, a madefortv shocker
i turned myself into open collar corporate cock-sucker.
i became super-sized, subsidised, angloamericanised.
two or three buttons akimbo,
i took off my specs, announced my exit from limbo.
i grind my pretty teeth round and round,
the sound is enough to supply the tempo.
the harmony, the melody should already be burnt into your memory.
i jettisoned my primitive laws at the door,
arrived with sean corker in a 4x4.
i began to live the life diverse
combining lynx shower gel & gillette anti-perspirant.
i'm an ex-fieldmouse and i've come so far
carrying round my conscience on a scratched cd-r.
showing off my soft-skills I have to determine
if today is a beer or a coffee day.
in a cotton shirt replaced jesus class
with vitamin pills and muscle mass.
i took the volley full-on, and here i stand
doing the protein shake to the establishmenthouseband.
the only competition left between us today
is to see who can be subservient in the most subversive way.
what is wrong with this picture?
i was just passing through i became a permanent fixture.
years and years later when it all broke down
the room was full as fire laws could ever allow.
the equation is glamour/banter
semantics:tragic.
in distress,
I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press i said yes,
(they found me wincing. they found me wincing. they found me wincing. drinking daddy's whiskey).
