didn’t have the balls to take on Drake
You aren’t some old fart
Books that deserve to be read
Hey world, this is me
Consider the humble door buffer
that’s what it all boils down to
when a plan comes together beautifully
Pint of best
You will find nuclear rubbish all around you
no longer a dream
it won’t slobber on your trousers
he thought he’d grown out of his pushchair
What do you think has ha ened
You are here
accidentally remove my mother’s head
Vicious, isn’t it?
Of late I have wrestled with the demons within me.
Aren’t hopes and dreams fragile?
Set your sense free
And I’m not doin’ nothin’ today.
I got those ’Grim Up North’ blues
everyone’s favourite view can be a rewarding view