3 miles of headlights    Laptops and landmines    10 years of limbo    Mountains of molehills    Bite marks in pencils    Ballpoints and daggers    Goodies and baddies    All suited and booted and rolling in pig shit      I hope I don’t blow it this time      Fingers down the throat    I think I should go    Unattended bags at    The end of the rainbow       Call in a favour    Safety in numbers    Photos of loved ones    Penknives with bells on    Batteries included    It’s called butterfingers    Chocolates and ribbons its   Called middle distance away with the fairies       You look like you could use some sleep      Fingers down the throat   I think I should go    There’s no treasure chest at   The end of the rainbow.