I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted
I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits
The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But
Tedium is overcome
From obscurity, through melody
And when I'm blind it
London never sleeps, it just sucks
the life out of me
and
Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you at all, you at
He came on ecclesiastically
His sermon loud and bold
And I got
Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her Versace
Somebody told me you’d found new bonhomie
Going places you’d never
Storm the palace
Storm the palace
Turn it into a bar
Let them
Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeh
