A morbid fascination with all things in extremes
A limited sport will leave it’s spot on me
Early in the morningI’ve given up on sleep
I’m in the attentionbut all I hear is my heart beat
His spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for his playingsuch sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric bookyour head’s right your arse
It’s unbelievablethe way you got it allit seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale
