Well Society It seems to me Is like a penitentiary Some are prisoners And some are guards Some lift weights and Some play cards and The warden’s pets have the best cigarettes The people in the gang sleep easy And if you want to get along You better learn to bow down Or bend over 50 years til I go home 25 with bad behaviour There’s blood in the stalls And I’m crawling the walls To my saviour I thought I could run With the pipe and the drum But they put you in their solitary confinement So I did my degree And I pretended to see That their world was like a tropical island Now I’m passing the soap And my bedsheet’s a rope I’m hoping to be free for Christmas I must be out of my mind I just hope they don’t find The mobile phone I hid up my anus. 50 years til I go home 25 with bad behaviour I’ve done nothing wrong But the people in here don’t believe you 50 years til I go home 25 with bad behaviour There’s blood in the stalls And I’m crawling the walls To my saviour.

Now Everywhere you hear complaining What’s gone wrong and what needs changing Pundits gurus all explaining Who’s at fault and why their grass is greener It’s just a part of human nature The wanking monkey’s special feature Distort the past Fear the future Stealing from your brother Blame it on the other The laws of chaos and of turbulence Hard wired for jealousy and greed Iniquity is no coincidence Dissatisfaction’s guaranteed Who’s been eating off of my plate? I’m all right Jack get your own mate Don’t fancy yours much what a fucking state Together we’ll make Britain great According to the latest forecast Camelot’s around the corner It’s the emperor’s new empire Just like the old days when Saville ruled the airwaves Gotta get away Gotta gotta get away Gotta gotta gotta gotta get away Far away Far away True story Man walks out a public toilet Talking to his mobile in a funny accent Local geezers all fall silent Things get violent what a pretty picture Ain’t you seen the new armada Boats are made of yellow rubber Coming here to touch your mother And your little sister and your little sister Read all about it in the daily mail Our brains get damaged by the sun Don’t think society’s too big to fail Destruction’s how the human race gets run The Celts invaded by the Romans The jutes the angles and the Saxons Then the Vikings and the Normans Where the fuck are you from where the fuck are you from? Always been the same old song In the golden age our blood was strong You better go back where you came from Mogadishu and Ouagadougou Gotta get away Gotta gotta get away Gotta gotta gotta gotta get away Far away Far away False flag clickbait chinese whispers Forgive us all our daily trespass Muhammed, Jesus, Father Christmas Nobody believes you, nobody believes you Rationalists built new cathedrals Of polygons and tetrahedrons They killed our gods but left our demons Now who’s gonna save us Now who’s gonna save us? Try not to worry it’s all over soon Let’s just get wasted and forget We measured out our lives in Wetherspoons What you don’t see is what you just don’t get. What’s that lurking under your bed? Incoming tequila sunset Skeletons and ghosts and shipwrecks I wish I could ignore them Close the bloody door then Let’s put on the new Ed Sheeran Netflix blockbuster new season All this thinking’s so depressing Take another chill pill Waiting for the landfill Gotta get away Gotta gotta get away Gotta gotta gotta gotta get away Far away Far away Appendix 1.1 Family case study In nineteen hundred and thirty nine My grandad crossed the international line And made his way to England In the hope of killing Germans Way beyond his wildest dreams the RAF gave him the means a bomber he could fly to Dresden to set the people burning, set the people burning An act of vengeance or of self defence? You pay your money make your stand One thing that I can say with confidence Man passes misery to man Oh Man Who’s been eating out of my bowl? I told you once before you arsehole Get back in your filthy foxhole Taliban are coming, Taliban are coming Who’s been eating off of my plate? I’m all right Jack get your own mate Don’t fancy yours much what a fucking state Together we’ll make Britain great Gotta get away Gotta gotta get away Gotta gotta gotta gotta get away Far away Far away...

Melody was maybe 50 kinds of fucked up Taking selfies of her black hole Sharing it with any arsehole Dysmorphia Aphasia She could use some euthanasia For her multiple prognosis Her silent second hand psychosis It was re-re-wind Rewind every moment Rewind every morning Rewind every thought Why why why why? Re-re-wind Rewind every back seat Rewind every heartbeat Rewind every thought Why why why why? With other girls She would put it to the world That she was uptight But all the boys like moths around the lamplight "I know right?" She's checking out their surfaces To find out what their purpose is Fingers like a windscreen wiper Kneeling down to pay the piper It was re-re-wind Rewind every moment Rewind every morning Rewind every thought Why why why why? Re-re-wind Rewind every heartache Rewind every piss-take Rewind every thought Why why why why? Now Melody was in control That's how she played it in the workplace Tie back her hair Be firm but fair Beware the cracking of your game-face Heavy lifting for the bosses Dirty work to carry crosses Lonely lunch of pension plans Her microwaved horsemeat lasagne It was re-re-wind Rewind every moment Rewind every morning Rewind every thought Why why why why? Re-re-wind Rewind every back seat Rewind every heartbeat Rewind every thought Why why why why?

Now excellent Jeff And herbaceous Daniel Others in spirit Brothers in angles Would hang out At what me might call ‘temperate latitudes’ Vaping their diesel Chewing the cud The air full of bollocks The box full of bud Harming no one by the light of the silvery tube But here comes the bacon to break up the session Growing your own is concealing a weapon Six months inside for class B possession Poor Jeffrey and Daniel Fed through the mangle Like a pig in the middle A worm in an apple An ant in a puddle A frog in a kettle A bee in a bonnet A carrot in vomit A kernel of corn in the log of their lies It’ll be alright ‘til it isn’t It’ll all work out ‘til it doesn’t So why worry Why worry at all? John the dentist and evil Jesus Low level dealers Horrible geezers Would wait in the park for the schoolkids and losers To purchase their pitiful wares Corrupted pills and polluted powders To make you go faster To make you talk louder To make you feel better When it keeps getting shitter and shitter Here comes young Alfie A talented scholar Looking for fun with a fistful of dollars That he got from his Mum For passing Biology GCSE (he got a B) Then out burst the feds To break up the deal Giving poor Alfie’s school collar a feel A wrap in his pocket A stain on his record And the geezers just bounce with the cash and the ounce Like a pig in the middle A worm in an apple An ant in a puddle A frog in a kettle A bee in a bonnet A carrot in vomit A kernel of corn in the log of their lies It’ll be alright ‘til it isn’t It’ll all work out ‘til it doesn’t So why worry Why worry at all? Molly the pink Liked a smoke and a drink As much as the next Mum Gone and on to the next one Close to the edge But not leaving the ledge She watched what she did For the sake of her kid But on kissing the ring of her exes clenched fist She made an appointment with our neighbourhood dentist In her need to be lifted Her wish to get wasted A temporary gain To help with the pain But he said: “I’m all out I had to run from the filth got a small blob of brown but that’s bad for your health I spose once is no bother We could smoke it together” So they went back to his place and gave it a chase... Six months fast forward They’re still going steady Jonny and Molly in front of the telly Nodding away all scratchy and itchy With the kid in the corner Alone on her phone Like a pig in the middle A worm in an apple An ant in a puddle A frog in a kettle A bee in a bonnet A carrot in vomit A kernel of corn in the log of their lies It’ll be alright ‘til it isn’t It’ll all work out ‘til it doesn’t So why worry Why worry at all?

There he stood in his white suit Plucking maggots from a sandwich with a bony finger Like a lawyer picking truth out of a testimony Or a seagull in a Brighton bin He could harvest hazard from my orchard of neuroses And sell it back to me again Tombstone teeth and leaky smile Stacking images like bargains in a pyramid His mind would move like mercury across a granite table Tinfoil teardrops break apart Then change direction through some spooky action at a distance Leave heavy metal in your heart In the grocery of fallen friendship All the sell-by dates have passed Between the barcodes and the marmite parsnips The frozen aisles will never last This special offer’s just for you Take it home today with nothing due until September All the things you’ve bought But now you struggle to remember Was there a time before you felt alone? It means more to feel a human touch or loving gesture Than all the shit that you can own In the grocery of fallen friendship All the sell-by dates are gone Between the barcodes and the marmite parsnips The frozen aisles cant get along Closing time start cashing up Scrawling double entry figures on your sacred papers Standing naked as a child before your lord and maker Like a snowman in the noonday sun Or take another spin around the wheel to tune your karma Or drift in nothing all alone As above so below As above so below so below Everyone wants you to believe but no one knows So it goes So it goes

Old Mr Poison in his room Telling me the news It’s bad Again “I blame the immigrants and Jews Muslamic paedophiles the European rules” And when he spoke the biscuit crumbs came firing from his teeth And settled on my lips And when he poured his heart out I had to laugh And cry And laugh Oh Mr Poison Oh Mr Poison You are a scream Illuminati kept me down They made my towers tumble They turned my trousers brown And in the electronic haze They listen to me mumble And monitor my daze And when they killed Diana And blamed it on her driver Well I knew better And when they put Bin Laden At the bottom of the ocean Inside his cardboard carton Well I could see… They don’t fool me They can’t fool me Stop giving me the evil eye Your salad heart Your onanistic mind I know the centre falls apart If black is what you seek Then dark is all you’ll find Somewhere there’s a shower Where the arrows turn to rain And quench the thirsty dust And somewhere there’s another one To hold your hand And pass the hours Oh Mr poison Oh Mr Poison You’re not alone Although nobody’s home You know you're not alone.

It's time for your medication Late for the bus again You buried your dedication Along with your pain Just as you start to slip under You slough off your skin like a snake Oh why did you swallow the spider Now everyone knows your mistake Where are the songs that can soothe you Who put the hole in the wall And let all the secrets outside your head Left you empty Left you cold Listen up Listen up It’s not enough It’s not enough Taking the moral candy from the baby Saying I never meant to but they paid me So many cameras So many life recorders I was just obeying orders I thought some superman would save me Listen up listen up It’s not enough It’s not enough Trotting out the old familiar story Late night promises of in the morning glory. Back home for the isolation Locked in with your crimes and your cares Gripped in the fist of the fever Saying your prayers Just as your breathing gets tighter You cough up the stones in your heart But that hasn’t made it get lighter Alone in the dark. Why do the shadows pursue me Who put the hounds on my tail So sick of the news and the boring rain With the morning I’ll be born again Buckle up Buckle up It’s getting rough It’s getting rough Bricked in the bunker with a devil on your shoulder Taking arms against the spirit of the unknown soldier In this together But I only do it my way Open up the vein between The low road and the highway And at the moment when they finally surround you They swipe your credit card And knock you to the ground you Feel the blade slip in You’re happy that they found you It’s better to be robbed than fear thieves all around you.

Throw me a bone I’ve been hungry forever I fell asleep in the middle Of whatever you were trying to say You promised me nothing You duly delivered In that funny peculiar Blue-bitter Honest and terrible way Look at you now So sad and familiar Your category errors Made cracks in your stomach of clay Taking your time In the wine-house pavilion Still shining and brilliant outside But you’ve begun to decay Your derelict heart Your derelict heart Your derelict heart Is condemned to be taken away So sweep up the floor You’ll be better tomorrow The source of your sorrow Is poured out before you in buckets of rain Drink it all down Perfumed and poisoned The stilettos you bought for their backs Are now blunted or broken away Look at you now So sad and familiar The ribs and the staves of your barrel Are splintered in pain Taking your time Going back to oblivion Still one in a million I ‘spose But you chose the unfortunate way Your derelict heart Your derelict heart Your derelict heart Is condemned to be taken away So throw me a rope And don’t leave me hanging…

Death makes a perfect kind of love Impossible glamour Your absence fits me like a glove Invisible armour The questions rain down from on high Stones in the water I saw you hanging out to dry A lamb to your slaughter The things we left behind Regrets and cigarettes You tried to ease my mind That hasn’t happened yet And it’s the ties that bind Towers and minarets We build to conquer time Time hasn’t noticed yet… And it’s a certain kind of love This shadow that frees us Your leaving hit me with a thud Now there’s nothing between us And though the stars look on above Nobody sees us We try to warm ourselves with love But somebody always freezes The hurtle is too fast Blindfold and fugitive You said the die was cast That’s your prerogative Summer never lasts The autumn swallows it But winter too goes past And springtime follows it… Falling down I’m falling down I’m always falling down Falling down I’m falling down I’m only falling down Somewhere Somewhere Somewhere there’s a place for me Somewhere Somewhere Somewhere I’ll be free.

There’s people gonna make you feel better There’s people gonna make you feel small Some people gonna give you direction Or offer protection Or come when you call Everybody’s got an agenda Everybody needs to have a point of view Some people always gonna offend you Or try to defend you It’s just what the humans do Everybody’s basically a wanking monkey Flicking their beans in their monkey scenes Blowing their monkey chunks on your carpet Beating their meet with their monkey feet Like you Its just what humans do do do do do do do do do… There’s people who you're gonna remember There’s people who you're made to forget Some people gonna get in your business Or offer forgiveness Or take anything they can get Everybody needs some attention Everybody needs to have a friend or two A little bit of shared comprehension Can bring you redemption Coz people are humans too Everybody’s basically a wanking monkey Flicking their beans in their monkey scenes Blowing their monkey chunks on your carpet Beating their meet with their monkey feet Like you Its just what humans do do do do do do do do do…

Half the world are digging ditches While all the pretty people take their pictures Animals in comical disguises That video you sent had me in stitches Gotta get back to the garden That bullshit that your reading made you harden The crack in everything is getting wider The sleeping’s getting deeper I’m sorry that I woke you I beg your fucking pardon Maybe life is so much better in your daydream Looking at the struggle through your widescreen windscreen You can’t stop the plan man Wash it from your hands and Open your mind Here comes the spoon Here comes the spoon Open your mind You’ve still got room There must be room For a wafer thin model or a cat meme Another 2 minute hate speech Scrolling down your shitstream… Gonna need a new direction Like refugees escaping from detention Never gonna be a revolution Some bearded geezer winning some election (sorry Jerermy) Going on a big adventure Life is so much better with dementia Forgetting why the weathers getting weirder Fear is getting realer Time to see the dealer Tell him that I sent you Crazy – I used to give a shit but now I’m lazy Standing in the line until the heart-sink soul-cringe Put your fingers down the throat now you’re ready for the next binge Open your mind Here comes the spoon Here comes the spoon Open your mind You’ve still got room There must be room For a wafer thin model or a cat meme Another 2 minute hate speech Scrolling down your shitstream… What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? Everything is going wrong And I’m here all alone Simon Cowell’s in my stairwell Jimmy Saville’s in my suitcase Gary Glitter’s in my outhouse Charley Hebdo’s in my ‘edspace What the fuck is going on? Am I here all alone? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? Everything is going wrong And I’m here all alone Papa Putin’s at the border Myra Hindley’s in my hand cream Donald Trump is in the treehouse And he’s dumping down my pipedream What the fuck is with this song? Mohammed’s in my cupboard And I’m covered in the blues again What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? Everything is going wrong And I’m here all alone

Wake up Now’s the time to wise up Everything got fucked up While you were away And in the morning I could see the warning signs I could tell by the rhythm of your thought And the fire in your eyes That it was not ok That everything was dark That although you’d change your mind You could never change your heart So take my world away And throw me on the pile Although the clouds are grey There was sunlight for a while Woken The flowers eyes are broken And all the lies we’ve spoken Come crawling back to bed And in the autumn I was caught between two lies One gone And the other never born Now the blankets are all torn And there’s no place to hide And nowhere left to run When everything’s grown wild And everything’s undone So take my world away And throw me on the pile Although the clouds are grey There was sunlight for a while And there’s no higher joy Though joy can never last ‘til the breaking of the world Than that hour as it passed.

I don’t want to talk about The latest thing you heard about How ice machines record your dreams Or viral dancers stole the answers It’s harder than ever To get by To get by It’s further than ever to the line And higher than heaven There’s a star that scrapes the sky No never No never Goodbye There’s a certain kind of freedom in Breathing in your suffering A Spartan kind of chivalry That shivers through your testimony It’s colder than ever In the dark In the dark We’re further than ever From the light The moon on your armour Firing arrows of silver and white No never No never Goodnight And I don’t want to think about The might have beens The hard luck stories The battle darkened muddy waters Your crooked pride Your crippled glory It’s harder than ever To get high To get high Adrift down the river of time But still in the silence There’s a star that scrapes the sky No never No never Goodbye.