A morbid fascination with all things in extremes
A limited sport will leave it's spot on me
Early in the morning, I've given up on sleep
I'm in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat
His spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right your arse
It's unbelievable, the way you got it all, it seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale

• 12xu
• Bar Bar Bar
• Brighton Rock
• Car Wash
• Cleopatra
• Donna
• Father Christmas
• Gloria
• I Wanna Be a King of Orient-ah
• I Want You
• In The City
• Justine
• Keep It on Ice
• Operate
• Paranoid
• Pussycat
• Rockunroll
• Spastica
• The Other Side
• Unheard Music