We all watch them burn
Stop putting a caveat on everything
There’s something about her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don’t mean
This is some ouija-board bullshit
If you don’t want to read Spare – please don’t – you could always recreate its vibe by sitting next to a privately educated, rugby-playing bloke at a bar for an hour. It will be the exact same.
Won’t someone give me a gun? Oh, well, it’s for my brother
You live your life in the city – there’s no easy way out
Wake up and getting up has never been easy
We shake shake shake to the trumpet
Smacked my rump and sent me off to graze
