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The grass is green and long
Midnight cars roll past
I've been chasing your room
While the summer lasts

So count it on your fingers
If we got it wrong
It's cause the days have no numbers

If you happen to read this,
Rose was born.
Child actor-ess,
On the fifth day of the snow.

Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone.

From a catacomb to a hot air balloon
Chase the dragon across the sand dunes
If I've been noticing bruises on your skin
Have you been walking into furniture again?

Let's take it outside, the kids are sleeping
I'll pay you to do me some damage
Let's take it outside, the kids are sleeping

keep climbing into my head without knockin'
and you fix yourself there like a map pin
on this ghost of this street where i'm livin'
i'm in a chrysalis and i'm snowed in

darling, darling that dam's gonna give
it's inevitable the way that you live
bottles in brown paper and a mouth that slurs

White knuckle alabastor* You're on a traffic island With a bag of birthday cards You're searching for a flick knife in the glovebox It's a write off No unauthorised personnel behind these lines Without ID cards Handguns are widely available I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels White knuckle alabastor You talk to Jesus You talk to Jesus In a photobooth He wants your bank details Your date of birth Confess the truth The institutions with the metal hearts Chain the mentally ill to destitute walls The wards of state do not illuminate the margins I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels There you were at the start of life Looking up into your mothers eyes Now there's pennies on your eyelids I've a violent demeanour So tie me to a chair Until it's out of my system Down the Shanghai tunnels I've a violent demeanour

I'm down below the bridge
Like I'm cornered in a dungeon
This cardboard lies between me and
Eight men lying beside a fire
Snow falls heavy in the north reflecting
Tail lights in shop fronts
The beat of feet report the last ones
Leaving out of sight

From the sticks to the big smoke
She looked out the window barely spoke
Some things in life are hard to swallow
The first thing that we will do
When we get there is rent a room
Our spirits on a wind will have to follow

We'll say all our goodbyes

I apologise,
seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
It was a strange thing to do,

We came down by the factory
Industrial yarns where my father did work
When I was a boy I went to far
I lost the tread in the darkest of space
If I become antique you'll collect me
If I become cheap then you will respect me
My jumper is soaked in pig's blood
I'm coming out looking for you

when youre down in the rubbish
looking for some of my old songs

well don't expect me to
come out and watch you perform
when you're riding on my coattails

put the pen to the contract

I still see you as a baby, I do
Climbing onto the stage in front of the school

High strung
The cat got your tongue
The spotlight came out
You'd been strung
I followed the trail

White knuckle alabastor
you're on a traffic island
with a bag of birthday cards
You're searching for a flick knife in the glovebox
It's a write off
No unauthorised personnel behind these lines
Without ID cards
Handguns are widely available