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First boy, I think you should know,
If you try hard then you might get a part as a doe-eyed,
Impressionist mime,
Bare as the lives of the footballer’s wives that surround you,
Their diamonds aloft,
A system of pistons, arachnid and blistered,
A billboard, a murder of crows,
While princes fly drones that can see through your bones

And the wind stops, the temperature drops,
And harpies melt through you like horses to glue,
I believe you, but not what you say,
To close in around ‘til you’re scorched and undrowned,
They devour you, and totter in heels,
And who wants the Falklands? And you wants the Balkans?
I love you, just like a bank,
There’s so much to talk about,
That we don’t talk about, boy

Trust in me,
I fell

She said, it fills me with dread,
The people in Parliament don’t know the half of it,
Please son, it’s only a sport,
The fate of a ball don’t enthrall me at all,
So relax here, go through it again,
Who have you seen knows what all of it means?
I fell down, down, then I

Saw a billionaire,
With all his innards nailed, to the walls, to the walls, to the west
Don’t fear it now, but don’t stop asking!

Hey man, you’re probably right,
It’s not a galaxy made for a guy like me,
Birdless! The edge of the world,
The edge of my memory some kind of energy
Burned up, and frittered away,
Bile in the gutters and gout for a God but I’m
Lawful, I kept my head down,
I turned a blind eye and I played my cards right –
I’m in debt man! I waited too long,
I bought all the right things, I thought all the right things,
I’m lonely, I dunno myself,
I thought there was something, I’m waiting for something,
Oh down, down

Don’t leave! Don’t leave! Don’t leave!
(To the walls, to the walls, to the west),
Don’t leave! Don’t let me down!