Narrow corridor at the end of the block there's an oil slick Kills the fish I think Hard to tell it's so thick Fish blame the oil companies Oil companies blame the fish We don't know who to look at There floats a pen, a stick of dynamite and a lack of ambition And a sigh, or a side-note it's hard to say But the full stop lingers on the tongue "What happened to you last Tuesday before breakfast?" How should I know? But they ask these things So I write them and an essay on a frown And see how they like that

Engine's fired up and dust flies out of the back of my old Chevrolet four by four I've got fourteen dollars in my wallet and it's possible the glove compartment contains a couple more But it's a shame that all my discs have been used up and all my emergency rations have been eaten At times that weren't really emergencies I'll admit But I was hungry And that's an emergency enough for me But it's okay There'll be music enough at the next gas station And maybe I'll have a banana or apple if I'm lucky but if I'm not I'll have some kind of fast food and that'll do me just fine until the next gas station somewhere along the line. When the drunken night stumbles in at 2am I'll be waiting for it down in the kitchen I'll wag my finger and yes I'll disapprove But I'll quickly fall asleep for all the rides I haven't been hitching And maybe I'll dream of home But it doesn't matter anyway Cause when I get up the next morning and start up the engine I'll have no rent to pay And I regret that the last thing that I ate was a Twix With all these miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep

Not getting old, not staying young I'm just kicking around and trying to have fun I know your okay You always were I guess that saying 'I love you' was easier said than done But I'm fine I'm okay Don't you worry darling Life without you well it hasn't been the same Are you still drawing? Always thought you were pretty good But you never believed me How about the piano: Does it gather dust? Do you keep it away so you can forget about me? But I'm fine I'm okay Don't you worry darling Life without you well it hasn't been the same And it's safe to say that I still miss you And it's getting harder every day I just wish that you would stay rather than Going back to that fucking bastard who has your heart wrapped around your little finger But I'm okay Yes I'm fine Don't you worry darling Life without you will be the same soon enough.

The little drummer boy well he's all grown up now He's got a stable job and a house that's not falling down He's got a girl and a cat that he feeds every day And he loves her very much and she keeps those mice in the kitchen away And his bipolar disorder it's getting somewhat better With a little help from the cat and the girl in the Ramones sweater But he's still got time at the weekends to lock himself in his room To get out those blunted pencils And to do the things he used to kind of hope nobody else could do The crazy girl in the glasses that he fell in love with when he was 16 The one who said she'd never stop running but now measures in metre sticks the places she's been Heard she'd moved up to London and now rents a small flat in Enfield somewhere Works a low wage job for the local paper, writes protest pieces to the mayor But on Friday evening (when the light lasts a little longer) she heads down to the tracks Gets a train up to Regent's Park To see her animals and do the things she wished she'd done when she grew up a few years back The smiling girl who said she was her bestfriend when she was 15 The one who carefully planned her life out but now secretly misses the little things in between Works a high-class job in the city but has little time for her dog and her shitty little daughter Who doesn't give a damn about her But on the 15-minute journey to court every morning and every evening She finds herself immersed Wandering but not lost Marvelling in her latest purchase of a show of finely crafted words All my friends are moving on One day I'll wake up and they'll be Moving away from this sordid display of affection And these little rural towns in the south-east of England And I wonder if they'll take a quick look over their shoulders Before they get flats and have kids and get married and grow older So all my friends are moving on One day I'll wake up and they'll be gone We must grow up and yes we must grow old But that doesn't mean that we should stop trying to fight it We must grown up and we must grow But that doesn't mean that we should stop trying They say 'existence is fleeting and resistance is futile' I say 'fuck that - live life like a forgetful child' Live life like a means to an end and you'll reach the end much faster than you mean to Find escape in the liminal stages: in dusk and dawn and everything in between Everything in between

Sometimes it feels like everything's been done before No place unvisited no idea unexplored But then I remember I'm just a little broken boy And not everything's been done by me So I'll write another song with these five chords I know that everyone has done it before And they've done a better job, well that you can see But the fact is that they're not me So I'll wear my baggy coat all throughout the year Through blistering Summer heat and cheap commercial Christmas cheer And I'll buy and drink my milk from the carton And you won't ask why You won't ask why, you won't say "oh my god what the hell are you doing?" Cause most of the time I don't really know I just do my best and I say "sorry for the mess It's been there for while" And I wish I was less of a coward And I wish I could do things for myself But I'm not sorry for trying If you're not sorry for lying Cause I did my best so I'm not sorry for the godamn mess It's been, and it's staying here, for a while.