Smashed windows and ***** doors
Broken exhausts on uneven floors
Uncouth youth making a noise
A sorry reflection on decent boys
The Magpies stumble on straggly grass
Clever birds avoid the glass
Wandering around with beaks up high
In busy times it's off to the sky
The Magpies flutter and roll along
Black and white wonders seem to belong
The Magpies talk in their own little voice
They say this place is a little bit choice

Well we're out
So what happens now
Problems will arise
In the South their kings
In the North we're things
We must move on somehow
Fat cats have saved a life
One of their many nine
I guess we have to see
In the North it's delight
In the South it's white
Cause caution floats in the sea
A flurry of movement
Questions remain
In the pool of Political water
The South is a culture
The North is a vulture
We're a target to austerity slaughter
Show us the change
Let's see it work
And then the grumbling wil drop
The South are never poor
The North I'm not sure
Is the country about to stop

Murky dark corridors hold many secrets
And the rooms harbour brutal death
Experimental machinery still remains
As the professor draws his breath
Multitudes of eerie noises
Decorate the hospital walls
Screams cry out in the darkness
Till daylight eventually calls
Patients imprisoned in cages
Waiting for the ******* tests
All in the name of progress
Humans larvae kept in nests
The psychologists roam in fear
Their blood frozen in the veins
Heads are entering derangement
Evil is entering their brains
Time to abandon the project
More horror than they've ever known
Out of the door to safety
This crypt is best left alone

On the banks of the Mississippi
She shelters from the rain
Her cardboard made fortress
Is protecting her again
Destitute for years
Magnolia grows on the sides
Steamboats sail the river
The ones she imagines she rides
Counting the reeds by the hour
Talking to her bourbon bottled friend
Relieving a thousand memories
That all went wrong in the end
Dressed in her mite infested clothes
Clutching a ***** bag
A childhood full of love
It's adulthood that's the drag
Evicted from her home
Left to perish by the state
She dream't of being a singer
But now it's all to late
Alabama to the east Mexico to the south
Places she wished she'd been
Never going to happen now though
For this luckless Mississippi Queen

My ashes have been laid to rest in the old flower bed
Between the roses and the daffodils
While her tears soak down into the soil
I stand next to her side for a while
Hoping she'll sense my presence
But its all to no avail
I'm residing in purgatory now
Just till I get the nod
And the pearly gates are finally open
I can't bear to see her sullen demeanour
Sadness is like a chain round the heart
It has a mind of its own
Maybe I can leave when the chain breaks in two
Not really sure when that will be
But for now I will keep on trying
To soothe my lovers soul
I'm going to try and bring a radiance back
Then hopefully she'll move on without me
And think of me in memory rather than sorrow

I go in through the gaping mouth
And nestle on the smooth pink tongue
But the cold shower splashes me about
You didn't let me settle for very long
I flow down a lumpy pipe
And land in the odour filled gullet
That's not a nice way to treat me
Fired out like a pistols bullet
Then I feel the corrosion
It breaks me in two
Then three, four and a thousand
What have I ever done to you?
Well I hope it helps your dilemma
With luck it will make you ill
I'm innocent and stand by my word
No respect at all for this pill
I'll go now to narcotic heaven
Where I'll be welcomed with open arms
Might even bump into Anadin and Paracetamol
We'll cause havoc with our healing charms

Wake up on the bed with three girls sound asleep
Stare at the ceiling for an hour
The Whiskey bottle lies near my face
Best get up and get a shower
The syringe lies on the floor
My arms are white with dots of red
It's a miracle I suppose
That's my hearts not decided it's dead
Rehearsing at five this evening
I'll throw the ladies out then
Then go and see the wife at home
She has a bad taste in men
My father has left me a message
Telling me I'm such a disgrace
Well wait till we have a hit again
Wipe that smile of his fat ugly face
Pastor James Jackson what a lovely man
Hypocrite on the quiet
The things I could tell about him
Would cause the press to start a riot
I remember when I came down for breakfast
And he held my mothers head in the sink
Told me to leave the room
He was hurting her I think
I'm depressed thinking about it now
Last years bike crash was a near miss
But today I might just end it all
And then give my lovely mother a kiss