Check: passport, ticket,
Boarding card, gate
WAIT

Lose ticket, find passport
Boarding card, gate
WAIT

Browse duty free
You neither need nor want
'Best Offers'
Printed in seven foot font

Reflect on adventures
Sights freshly seen
Sit on scareport seats
Hung head
Quarantine

Lost passport, ticket
No boarding card nor gate
Flight still delayed
Four Hour
WAIT

It's a con man
With a small c
Armed with a masterplan
There's no such thing as society

Keep your nose clean
Keep your eyes peeled
Slip out of the streets
Into the fields of wheat

Roy Melville Wiggins
Takes his seat
A place reserved
Before his birth

No need to question
Just repeat
The well deserved
Assumed self worth

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea

Hearts turn hard
Heads gone soft
Lets sail away at any cost

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea

Who brought the map?
Oh Roy shut yer trap

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea

Mais t'es beau la
Sur la plage
Les cheveux des orages
Les pieds dans les vagues
Le sel partout
Rien a faire

T'es beau la
Rien a faire

There once stood a tall tree
A fine tree
There were many trees surrounding him
But this seemed a proud and worthy tree

Adam produced a key
On choosing his spot
Proceeded to inscribe
A 4 E
The fine tree shrugged off the scratches
Then lurched to see
How incredibly honoured felt
The chosen tree

Till one day came men
With blades bigger than keys
Who spat on the ground
And felled all the trees

The chosen tree tumbled
The inscription no more
Now his remnants lie packed
In a box marked
A4

I've never been a boobtube man
On me or on others
Stand up against these tubular *****
My sisters and brothers

Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance

A revolutionary whisper
Is blowing through the fields
They’re pulling up their roots
They don’t care about the yield

They’re all sending out fresh shoots
Binding seamlessly together
Theres a dance amongst the dandelions
There’s a *** down in the heather

The gardener stands perplexed
Snapped sticks dowsed in morning dew
Then he drops his *** and listens
Now the gardener dances too

Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance