Rhymes

Retired To Stud

The thing about photographs/Is you don't know how long they last
Captured are all the times/I won by a hairline
We were cheered by spectators then/Cologne bathed waiters when
We never fall/We glide over the grass

I don't know/They grew out hearts in a petri dish, no

Now I miss that winning tatse/The build up to a Derby's race
But running is a horny task/The mares are coming thick and fast-er
But I don't know
If they'll foal a winner though
But I'll race again I'm told
I'm retired to stud

I don't know/They grew out hearts in a petri dish, no

The boys are on the town

SST

This house is used only at weekends
In a cold Sexless Seaside Town

2x2
They come for you
They let me be

We'll I told you FAIL
This Noah's no good FAIL
We'll I told you FAIL
We'll I told you

Stack buckets for when we throw up
The bunk beds creak when we climb down
The deadcoats rail the youth up for playtime
The old folks flock to bingo in crowds --- to spray

2x2
They come for you
They let me be

We'll I told you FAIL
This Noah's no good FAIL
We'll I told you FAIL
I knew you should

Wonderful Beasts

I think im a father
dirty little bomb all wound up like a little toy
a face full of odd numbers
filthy on the floor cord attached still hanging from its boy

Wonderful Beasts

I think I'm a father
Lying ever proud tough love mouthing 'bastard' with a cry
This stakes, have faith,
we're making mistakes trying hard to make something of his life.

Wonderful Beasts

My god, it's really happening

Wonderful Beasts

Dead Kid City

Assassination/I know why
Assassinate with the cut of your knife
Ambulance sews violent weeps
This town, American, falls into the streets

Yes they want you, yes they do
The dead kids want the truth

They said 'We're going now,'
We said, 'Wait not so fast.'