I'll die without issue an economic refugee Caught between a rumour, Caught between a headbutt and a hard place to be. Spilled into a park bench, a bank holiday Monday casualty A pale fabrication, a mascot for emasculation Repeat after me and bark like a little dog You can't read a mind by staring at a forehead Leave me alone I'll sleep when I'm dead I'll sleep when I'm dead Wretches on crutches sing Ave Maria A sad face is washed, a warm bed is emptied Wretches on crutches sing Ave Maria I myself as a wretch put my worries to bed. A relentless scab was he Beyond reproach I am free free free From the plastic smiles and the monotone souls Bark, bark, bark like a little dog.