His spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for displaying such sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse
It's unbelievable, the way you got it all, it seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale