Little dogsI guess I'll just walk a little dogAnd I know

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

A wishful spit in the eye toA smiling brotherhood(Attention) The

in the shadowsCheer at the gallowsThis is a

police, arrest this manHe talks in maths, I say

up the lost and their soulsInto your armsInto your

hurt me, don't haunt meDon't hurt me, don't haunt meDon't

Thom: Chicken Licken! Goosey Loosey!Have you got your flying goggles mate?Thom:

Thom: What are you doing with that bottle?Hey now, don't be

into this paper bagGo home and stop grinning at everyoneBlow

Fastnet, Irish SeaI got a message I can't readI got

want toI want to be someone else or I'll

Banana CoWe really love you, and we need youAnd

won't sell to your companyWe won't sell to your companyWe

unacceptable face ofThe docile and the goodThe spontaneous feelingThat

am the key to the lock in your houseThat

you were here beforeCouldn't look me in the eyeI'm

get the stink offHe's been hanging 'round for daysComes

us?Why not someone else, not us?The cameras are turnin'

pitch darkI go walking in your landscapeBroken branchesTrip me