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You keep running over me

tyre tracks are blackening my ready-blackened mind

oh why you have to put me down

time and time again you push my head in to the ground

I pulled heads from you Barbie dolls

You stamped on my Airfix kits

I stick pins in your tortured soul

and you put them right back where I sit

I think that you want me dead

waiting to throw my electric razor in the bath

oh speak sweet nothing in my ears

conversations roam as you're slamming down the phone

I pushed you down the station steps

you kicked me off my Boris bike

You bruise the skin that I had left

and play the music I dont like

Im the victim of my own advice

Give it to me twice a night

make another sordid memory

give it to me when I half asleep

Its not you but its not me

christ alive its plain to me but youre too blind to see oh

leave me be, just leave me be

with a heart of stone you know Im better off alone

It didnt have to be like this

Kiss me as I eat your fist

Throw my clothes in a duffel bag

Get pissed as I slit my wrists

All that's eastern is not cockney

Dark voices only mock me

Dead souls with Shoreditch cuts

A Dead Pariah

Creepers creeping through the night

National health providing sight 

Faithful hints of Hugo boss

And vintage tweed

Though I don't fit the bill

Why I come here still?

Hoxton square is boasting plenty

Freckled faces under twenty 

Never been the Arty type though 

Skinnies suit me

Spend your money on Cocaine

Free to me so why complain

A trendy nod, lest the Eighties

Rest In Peace

Think Before You Speak

I hate the moves your tongue makes
Think before you speak

I miss the bones your words break
Think before you speak

Give me a break for gods sake
And think before you speak

My life is full of mistakes
But that's just the way I am

I know that, I wasn't there
And that, I didn't care And
 you Had to explain
It was, not in your brain
And that, I am a pain
And I do not think, before I speak oh.

I haven't got the right clothes
Think before you speak

Brush off the white on your nose
Think before you speak

 
You’re so good oh Christ knows
think before you speak

I just can’t stand the low blows
it’s that's just the way I am

I know that, I wasn't there
And that, I didn't care And
 you Had to explain
It was, not in your brain
And that, I am a pain
And I do not think, before I speak oh.


the Hairdryer’s in the bath and now the
washing’s at half mast

I know that, I wasn't there
And that, I didn't care And
 you Had to explain
I was, not in your brain
And that, we are the same
And that I do not think, before I speak oh.

Im Not Dead Yet

Well nature is a filthy thing

And you're as natural as they come

Tears down your salty skin

Screaming wont you let me in  

                    Sirens screaming all around

Sound in perfect symmetry

Lock and load and cut me down

But I'm not dead yet..

Pulling teeth in the same old scene

Contemplating victory

If I wasn't half as mean

I'd say I loved it

If I was satisfied

But I'm not satisfied

I know I'm not alive

But I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead....yet...

Now I Put the world to rights

Climb the ladders in your tights

Given half a chance you know I'd

Walk away now

If I was Charlie Sheen
but I’m not Charlie Sheen
If I was half as clean
I’d say that you were too

I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead....yet...

I Want to be in a Pop Punk Band.

I want to be in a pop punk band

With 20 guitars and a mic in my hands

See my face on the bedroom walls

Have a new Stratocaster round my ankles

I wanna say what you want to hear

Its so easy with the kids round here cos there’s

No meaning to your words

You’re just in it to impress the girls

Sounds like Im from L.A

But really I’m from Guildford

The Girls love me, so do the boys

Especially when I make my noise

Words of love in a foreign voice

Were all the same so make your choice now

My hair’s straighter than your dad

The best pair of straighteners I ever had

Weren’t quite a pair of GHD’s

But they only cost a tenner in the pharmacy

Now that I’ve turned 18

I've come to water down your scene

Do Not Disturb

Walking the floor with a look that’s in your eyes

You’re talking and stalking the best of the advise that

You could give

You’re impulsive

With the tendencies of others that are very different If they

Are not yours

The Bedroom doors

That have got a don’t disturb sign, fallen to the floor

Crying in the kitchen sick of taking orders

On the bathroom lino, curling at the corners I

Saw your face

In homebase

You know you cannot hate what you can’t anticipate now

In the drawer

The First World War has a

Better happy ending and an underscore 

Sleeping with the Lights on

I get the feeling that you’re stealing

The love I thought I was giving to you.

Were you concealing

A hidden meaning

Looking at the ceiling, sleeping with the lights on

You were the first one, and the last one

Honest to god as a firing squad

I needed healing

You were appealing

Stop the sinking feeling, sleeping with the lights on

But Luck’s nothing to do with it you

Always wanted more

And now im standing waiting here

for you to come and break my heart once more.

Sticks and stones can't break my bones but
you could kill me with a glance
I was falling
from a building
while I was dreaming , sleeping with the lights on

I get the feeling you're not feeling
all the seasons pass me by
the happy ending
I was expecting
messages were sending, sleeping with the lights on

Love's nothing to do with it you

Always wanted more

And now im standing waiting here

for you to come and break my heart once more.

Back to the start, the love tore us apart again

Back to the start, the love tore us apart again, again

back t the start.

The lives of Others

Tried to be a good friend

People change by the day.

Tried to make it make sense

Keep my feelings at bay.

But still we condescend

On each other’s own lives.

So I tried to defend

But my guns wont arrive.

Im not obsessed with, the lives of others

But in the dark I just can’t help but wonder

Why chase a feeling

I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

Why I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

When the feeling’s chasing me?

Tried to make my own way

But im bungee jumping

Over Hills and far away

Never saw it coming

I made the same mistake

As I did some time ago

Drowning in the lake

Something that I don’t know

 Im not obsessed with, the lives of others

But in the light I just can’t help but wonder

Why chase a feeling

I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

Why I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

I chase a feeling

Why chase a feeling

When the feeling’s chasing me?

How Do you Sleep

We take our chances on separate romances

one for the weekend, and two for the week

Making advances, as long as she dances

the question I ask is, just how do you sleep?

I want to trust you but I don’t believe in 

you take me, and break me, and leave me alone.

Don’t say you love me, I’m just an accessory

take me, and break me, just leave me alone.

They say the chance is, whoever she fancies

is only as good as the friends that you keep

Always the glances, political stances

the question I ask is, just how do you sleep?

I want to trust you but I don’t believe in 

you take me, and break me, and leave me alone.

Don’t say you love me, I’m just an accessory

take me, and break me, just leave me alone.

Victim of the Rebound

I hate to say I told you so but I did

I hate to say you made me go but you did

I needed time away from you that’s what you said

But it won’t make up for the bullshit I was fed

Good things come to those who wait

But I’m an impatient man

Satisfaction always late

Never part of the plan

I hate to think you took me for a fool but you did

I hate to think I was a tool that’s how it is

I needed time to think about it in your bed

Now I know that he was on your mind instead

Now it hurts when I see your face

Just another stab in the back

I’m a mug in any case and

Holding back is what I lack

Words are wet but eyes are dry

You’re the victim of the rebound

Milk is spilt but you’re gonna cry

You’re the victim of the rebound

One week was all it took

Nothing more nothing less

Now it seems that all I see are

Pictures of you on the Internet with him

I hate to think I pounced on you but I did

I hate to think that really you were still his

Even then I thought it’s too good to be true

But in the end I never will forget you

Good things come to those who wait

But I’m an impatient man

Come and Pile on the sympathy

Make me feel better and..

Now I see you’ve fallen out with him again

So this time will you just see me as a friend?

I can’t get your eyebrows out of my mind

Though you had nice eyes I think that you’re blind

You know It hurts when I see your face

Just another stab in the back

I’m a mug in any case and

Holding back is what I lack

Words are wet but eyes are dry

I’m the victim of the rebound

Milk is spilt and I’m gonna cry

I’m the victim of the rebound

One week was all it took, nothing more nothing less

now it seems that all I see are pictures of you on the internet with him.

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Slap and tickle of putrid dreams
reality's trousers breaking at the seams
for a sterile anonymity
or projectile of my pity

Visions of kids with dustbin lids
the legion of the twenty nine
fighting for the big society
no-one knows where to draw the line.