God Speed

Tired, wicked, in the scruffle
Starts to mumble
Form another crumble
On the razor blade
Or telling tales
And deals them left and penny less
And he's the grudges
Wondering why he just can't kick the habit
Tries and tries
It takes him by a party in the supermarket
Makes him whole
And if they try and bait him
He'll lash back and smash the windows in the high street
Beats the world up when he's buzzing
Lusting out
Lights are flashing
Bells are ringing
Give 'em hell
Give 'em hell
Hell's a-popping
Bells are popping eyes

Your family views everyone's watch on TV
Yes, four channels of empty space
They are all dead
That's why I'm only buying one
Say, who are you, ma'am? Where you going?
The brightest picture I've ever seen
Get a ticket, sir

He's the kind of fellow that doesn't laugh
He shows
On a night or fight for his own way
A place for your toon
And maybe he's persuaded
Jabber, jabber
Faster, faster
Feels the tickle of his nose
Like tornadoes in his brain
But sex when all the lights are green
And everyone's a-screaming
Turn the deaf ear and he'll really scream
And kick out for attention
He's important
He's impatient
And he wants to get there fast
And not stay
But more than stay there
More than stay there

45 Minutes, but they're cautious and not too bad at all
And that's how our makes the world
Now, we don't want to come to your show
And we don't want to see you twat