My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...

My friend has not been very well
He has a condition which affects his teeth...

There’s a car on the road down by the beck
Cruising like a ghost on through the night...

In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...

They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...

The fire started to flicker and fade
In the dark and stormy wood...

Rebel, rebel broken and dishevelled
The rolling stone reduced to a pebble...

I saw you as soon as I arrived
sitting across the room...

Man is powerful and man is ultratough
Man is muscular, vascular and buff...