: Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Dig a hole and throw it out to sea Break the code, how happy I could
: Access denied All of the smarter kids they stay inside But out in the pouring rain You're kicking me with that look of sheer disdain The fat controller
: Instrumental
: We made the world believe we didn't care We gate crashed parties and just stood and stared We moved to London and stayed in all year You wrote poetry
: A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach He was a friend that I could not reach He thought I was cold but I understand But for the grace of God goes
: Dust in the kitchen Coffeepot Microdots Now we are coasting Talking less Breathing stress Somewhere inside I have died So I will lie In formaldehyde
: Up there a mountain rises Down here an ocean dives A stranger with a head full of lead Photographs me Steel bars and a doctor's note Don't give up
