This Natio

Odeon
Sky
Uncanny
Bushes are in disagreement with the heat

L.a.

Uncanny
Person
They have filled boulevards with white snow, scum-ball

L.a.

This is my happening and it freaks me out

All those whose mind entitles themselves,
And whose main entitle is themselves,
Shall feel the wrath of my bombast!



Clanging in my heart.
Bastard! idiot!



Feel the wrath of my bombast!



Bastard idiot!
Feel the wrath.
Those who dare mix real life with politics
And go on regardless of the..of the discoveries
Will feel the wrath of bombast
Clanging in my heart



All those whose mind entitles themselves
And whose main entitle is themselves
Shall feel the wrath of my bombast!

It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless & alone
She is friendless and alone
I'm a vixen on its own



The triple gang & the throng
Did not feel helpless or alone


The vixen got no friends
She needs a poison pen
Even in switzerland
The people cry "vixen"



Silver cross, all alone
The bird had flown
With their omen they'll fly
Had flown, silver cross
All alone
(so millions were broken hearted)
All alone, with no home
It's all alone



And some night, wind moves the leaves
They pick themselves up & run
Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time


It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless & alone
She is friendless and alone
A man's trust, [appalling/a pole in] debt
To sit friendless and alone
With no home, with no home
Vixen's got no home
She is friendless and alone
A long time on its own
It shone around her
Triple gang

We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah
Right man

Man stopped us at corner
He had a bloody nose
And then he opened his denim jacket
It was under his vest made out of tracing paper
Chest scars portrayed aztec life in his horrible...

...formation really late. main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. red giant stars...

...[surplayed].
Disfigured in a lady, tedious
Was over accountant's and on business
Then i woke up and i decided to recommence my diary
Then i read paula yates on vision cokeheads
Then i found out we were not going to italy
Later mam said 'those continentals are little monkeys'
And yesterday we has liver and sausage over

And sometimes they say 'hey mark you're spoiling all the paintwork'
And sometimes they say 'your thumbprints are on the paintwork'

Distractors, post-doctors behind come in
Dressed in suits, grow talons
Everyone clenched plaits horror

And sometimes they say...

And sometimes i feel like saying
This is bloody newark
Or some drive-in slap place
In breda and in cologne
With the shirt [on/off]
Sun in vicinity
As if i hadn't done 10 month's service
In the usa
On media guts
[it circles is] where i start

And sometimes they say...

And i think
If i'd wanted to live in holland
And if i'd wanted to be lived in
I'd have packed up and pissed off
When i was 16
A [swiss good ass/as/at] this lousy business
Was the last thing i was ever imagining

Hey mark, why can't i live in england?

[the end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got
Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo
And take over all the desparate
I'll take over discussion and
....humanely regular colours over...
...engineered oxidate zeppelin
Old world style, old man only juke box caught
All power jets on....spectacular facets]

And sometimes they say....
Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork

What is this thing they're so hard-assed about?

I thought i lived in england

Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[grey templates on us] he had to inflict
Tv documentary that it produced


When he whistled in the street
The men would turn around in fear
Of being thought effete



Petty thief lout



Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
Crime



Hides records in his drawer at home
Especially when they are rare
Never gives 'em out to every tom dick & harry
Who stole before from petty thief lout



Un the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[grey templates on us] he had to inflict



Suburbia holds
More than you care for


One must make sure
When leaving the house
Never to have white powder on the nose about



F-prints
F-prints on the fingers
Sprout


Great tempus onus
Suburbia holds more than you care for



Petty thief lout

My new house
You should see my house
My new house
You should see my new house



No rabbit hutch about it
I bought it off the baptists
I get the bills
And i get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious



My new house
Keep away from my new house



Wash the drawers of pills
It's got window sills
With lead centred in the middle of them



My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out



That halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper



Sometimes i think i'll ring swine-tax
And go back to my flat



But my new house
I do love the mad things about it



According to the postman
It's like the bleeding bank of england



Creosote tar fence surrounds it
Those razor blades eject when i press eject



My new house
Could easily crack a mortal, it



The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By mr. reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. reagan hung himself at number 13


It'll be great when it's decorated
My new house

Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The child was spoilt victorian
The child was spoilt victorian



Spoilt victorian child



Sugar and cakes appear mean
Sitting at the table
Tigers pop-up from books



Spoilt victorian child



Let`s take it ten years on
You`re looking back from then
Under rough grey blankets
Thread loose stained grey blanket



Spoilt victorian child



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Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers
Thru` the aqueduct of five years
Spoilt victorian child shall avoid reflection
The child was spoilt victorian



Spoilt victorian child



Mirrors can`t hid the toxic of disfigured poxes



Spoilt victorian child



Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The butterfly shrugs to fly in
Sugar and iced cakes appear mean



The child was spoilt victorian
The child was spoilt victorian



Spoilt victorian child
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And you know that servants keep their order knowledge
And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe
In the encrusted green unwild
You know you are a spoilt victorian child