We are high together
In the world
You’re a doll of
A tax burden
Your intelligence is a
Trinket
That brain is so off
Throbbing Gristle
Plays like a lullaby
Lately the women
The honest ones
Talk of suicide at
42, 45
No – we say they say
Well, just listen
For a second
Your smile might be
A scream
Carry on, like the British
What do they know