the church are writing some songs in alexandria
been burning my candle at both ends
and then some
a naughty boy
an awful boy
wicked little steven
buzzzed
orbed
eclipsed
neuro-blasted
fried sizzled blowing my brains out
pleasure sweet pleasure
ah but today
the inevitable today
go australia
choose your leader
tho choice is there none
its such a pity
i could have been a real statesman
i wouldnt regurgitate previously prepared fluff
i can think on my feet
trouble is
im having a hard time walking on em
think of me today
pumping my mighty fender jazz
somewhere in a sleazy rehearsal room
love
sk