There’s a little childRunning round this houseAnd he never leavesHe will never leaveAnd the fog comes up from the sewersAnd glows in the dark Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fastGrow up fastAnything you want it can be doneHow did you go bad?Did you go bad?Did you go bad?Somethings will never wash awayDid you […]

There’s a little childRunning round this houseAnd he never leavesHe will never leaveAnd the fog comes up from the sewersAnd glows in the dark Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fastGrow up fastAnything you want it can be doneHow did you go bad?Did you go bad?Did you go bad?Somethings will never wash awayDid you […]

Two jumps in a weekI bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boyFlying on your motorcycleWatching all the ground beneath you dropYou’d kill yourself for recognitionKill yourself to never ever stopYou broke another mirrorYou’re turning into something you are not Don’t leave me highDon’t leave me dryDon’t leave me highDon’t leave me dry Drying […]

Too hard on the brakes againWhat if these brakes just give in?What if they don’t get out of the way?What if there’s someone overtaking?I’m going out for a little driveAnd it could be the last time you see me aliveThere could be an idiot on the roadThe only kick in life is pumping his steel […]

Oh no, pop is dead, long live popIt died an ugly death by back-catalogueAnd now you know it gets you nowhereAnd now you know, you realise Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave upWe raised the dead but they won’t stand upAnd radio has salmonellaAnd now you know you’re gonna die He left this […]

Tears of joy, now, scare ourselves of all that you want to beJust got paid and now you’re goingHow inside you pleaseIf I get scared I’ll just call youAnd I miss your glow as I unsettleOh, but I’ll always feel, I will always feel Right… One, two, three, four So sell your suit and tie, […]

They love me like I was their brotherThey protect me, listen to me.They dug me my very own gardenGave me sunshine, made me happynice dream, nice dreamNice Dream I call up my friend the good angelBut she’s out with, her answer-phone.She says she’d love to come help butThe sea would electrocute us allnice dream, nice […]

I slipped awayI slipped on a little white lie We got heads on sticksYou got ventriloquistsWe got heads on sticksYou got ventriloquists Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed (x4) Rats and children follow me out of townRats and children follow me out of townCome on kids…