Shock after shock from the snake she bites
Happy hour downtown
You look smart but that's not enough
You need a course
We could throw ourselves in the road
but recieve no
Well, It took you seven years to learn my name
And
Hails to the chancers
As boredom kills like cancer
We need dreams
For
The fights, they never end
Like the nights, they've taken me
I am a hippy's son
I'm into porn and guns
I’m virile
After a month our friendship wained
cos your ambitions to a
You sauntered off and you said how’s tricks
You can’t
Four more rotations and no one will hurt
These are the
How can they be tired of England?
They'll never know the
This is where the truth begins
Where teardrops glance the sallow