Brief erroneous love Sanctimonious Scum The doornails are dead Surreptitiously I read fear on the face of a coward in the corner Who would sell you for buttons in a heartbeat Who would live inside your ear in an instant In truth I had squandered the humility I'd hoarded for some time Wilfully scorning, consuming hard drugs and vile wine Philomena tell me a story Sing me to sleep I've been in the Wars Without warning I walked straight for the door Jo Soap may yet rise from the lukewarm bed In the clothes of a stranger I wibbled and I wobbled and I wandered Directly towards the holy cesspool Not a single sinner in sight As the working class Magi narrates You can take the lad out of the Council estate When we were younger it always seemed to be sunny We'd steal cigarettes and buy clothes from a man in van Philomena tell me a story Sing me to sleep I've been in the Wars Sing me to sleep, can I stay with you during the week We could feed the wee birds The slum Queen rose up The cracked king cried poor mouth The slum Queen gave one look And the crack King was crying poor mouth Poor me, poor me, pour me a drink Death is doing backflips We could feed the wee birds