When I was a child I would
Run as far and fast as I could
Now and then I smile
Every once in a while
We pass the time to help us realign

Be a brighter shining light
For those who you cannot rely
Now and then I hide
For every time I've cried
We understand it does not make the man

We should run
We should be one...

Salad

Don't fly in fighter jets. They are dangerous. Go in a Winnebago instead.

Sparks

Lokah Samastah Sukino Bhavantu

I remember when it was all fields round here
Crows inbound, in flight
Flightless, without sound
Majestic, bleach and antiseptic
To clear the stain
A squirrel, 2 squirrels, 3 squirrels
Flat on the A631
No more games, kids or fun
But I'm back on the road
90 miles to go
Hoping not to disturb the peace
A life in a field beyond my reach
To never put a hair out of place
A road runner who couldn't last the pace
Nature's own
A badger, 2 badgers, 3 badgers
Back down the slip road
Inside out, on it's own
What a way to go

Dead animals on the road

It's a lonely abode
The trees rustle to the woodpecker shuffle
A transit van kerfuffle
Leaves lumpy blood stains for the predatory to pick at
Mankind takes aim at nature with it's pick axe
Deforestation and tarmac grazing
That 50 square miles is getting smaller by the day's end...

Dead Animals

Armless goblins with their harmful hobbies
Disrespect and worry without any sorries
God please borrow us some of your warriors
They weaken our barriers so please lord carry us

Onward human soldiers!

Elves and sprites armed with swords and knives
A battle for our lives in the undead of night
We scream and we cry but we can't open our eyes
This is the price we must pay for our lies

Onward human saviours!

No Surrender! (Monster Jam)

UK school report
Good at sports
Likes music
Needs surveillance

Excuse me young man
Have you got a licence for this?
I'm not taking the piss
It's just some of you don't need to bother
How much did this cost you then?
Cause there's not many jobs round your end
And it dunt really match your clobber
I don't mean to stereotype
But there's a lot of them I don't like
Is he African or Caribbean?
Cause he's certainly not white European

UK school report
Good at sports
Likes music
Needs surveillance

You're wearing them trousers a bit low
Pull them up and show some respect
It's not an easy job we have you know
You're the cause and we're the effect
I don't want you to think this is knee jerk
What's that hiding in your pocket?
Stop and search without research
Stop and search will help us unlock it
One day you'll rule the earth mate
But whilst we're here you're second class
I've got pepper spray, there's no debate
And your complaints won't reach top brass

UK school report
Needs surveillance

Uk School Report

Try en rob my sheds

Its 4 in the morning
En I've gotta get out of bed
Look out my windows
To check on my sheds
If I catch you in there
One punch and you're down
Then i'll drag you out
Wack you 6 feet underground

Try en rob my sheds

What the fucking hell dya think you're doing
Skulking about at night
I'll teach you a lesson son
Dya wonna fucking fight

Try en rob my sheds

Am sat ere waiting 
With my fucking bat
I'll chase you down the garden
En break your fucking back
When I get a hold of you
You'll wish you was dead
Well look over ere son
I've made your fucking bed

Try en rob my sheds

WACK..... And Again..

Try En Rob My Sheds

(We used these in another tune about 3 years ago, we've got some of the old files out for ya, as if you knew anyway, I'm only writing this for my own health, what do you want from me...)

Grasping at nothing
Beyond my reach
Leaving my fingerprints
Where you can see
White as snow
Twice as light
Feelings forgotten
Between the twilight

I don't need to be seen
To know that I'm here
A blister in your mind
As thoughts disappear
And for a moment
It's whole
These fleeting glimpse
Inside of your soul

Howl
I howl into the void
Shout
I shout for nothing

Void

A mighty wind blew
Change through
Without warning you
Despair came
Half hour too late
To close the gates
The landscape stained
And what remains
Is only pain

No-one's coming to save you now
No-one's coming

Anemoi

The last time I saw you standing there
It was warm and hints of pink in the air
Streets laced with cherry blossom blues
The pavement was avoiding the cracks in my shoes

I can still remember
Those times we walked through Byzantium
It was late September
And you asked if the end would come

Pieces of things that you hide out of sight
Can only be revealed when you give the green light
The memory of mistakes you conceal
A summer of love that you may never feel

Byzantine calling
And you knew I was falling
I've let go of the weight now
That's been holding me down

I can still remember
Those times we walked through Byzantium
It was late September
And you asked if the end would come
Burned by winters ember
Been a long time since we've seen the sun
But I still remember
Long loving days in Byzantium

ByzanPart7

I'm a shark
Screaming into a pillow in the dark
Don't blame me I was out of the county
Out on business busy turning the tide
Finding comfort and a new place to hide

Ready, Aim, fire

Friends in high places
Dive off the high wire
Those rows of blank faces
Ready, aim, fire

I'm a little bit
Of what you fancy
But taking risks could lead to disaster
In this market
On the fence is the safest place to take that chance...

Ready, Aim, fire

Friends in high places
Dive off the high wire
With different faces
Ready, aim, Fire...

Bait

We ran out of space and started again. Organic matter bumping off the walls. Lighter fluid. That mental weed that explodes. Endangered species watching, in the hopes we might get a taste. Western philosophies, sympathies and privileges. The death of language. The rebirth of never ending tyranny. Empty feelings of worthlessness. A lack of true empathy, unwilling to sacrifice for the greater good. Some tunes made in a shed when we get some free time. An unwillingness to take it too seriously. An unwillingness to let you take it too seriously. An unwillingness to repeat ourselves. Copy and paste from what we like. Atoms floating. Cabbage patch growing. A summary lacking clarity.

DD2

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