Twisting up in virtue, I realise all is lost
Just as the ghost of a curfew
Self-made photograph
The tubs are lit
By corkscrew cousins
That make I laugh
Because Somerset is so see-through
Oh the dalliance of a giraffe
What are you in Italy?
Now on holiday in India, Peru
How about the Himalyas
I here there's an expensive view
I'd like to be on holiday
Why not take a break
In the end we all are slaying the dragon
We've been burning at the stake
Let yourself have some rest
Why not don't you deserve it
We live in a land
Of holographs
And I know what you've been going through
It's easier to live like a bored
English slug
Than take a hold of yourself and lug
Your English ass off to foreign climbs
Where the bees smoke
Hula's
And love is a prime number
All for one and one for all
