They called his name when he was 18. He couldn't wait to go. He knew that there was glory waiting, he knew all there was to know. So when they called
Just what lived and just what died is open to conjecture. The one that walked away can't find the words to say. In the early morning sun death just did
Sad bag of cliches sitting on a timb bomb. Ask Nerys Hughes it's a very short fuse. Go find Alfie ask about the road rage, odds on it's kicking off somewhere
What an arsehole What a fucking wanker What a toss-pot ,a toe rag ,a fart in a jar I've been dreaming a dream that keeps recurring Turn the corner you