Teacher Faces Porn Charges

When I walk home

I think about you

I sit down to dinner

I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges

It's cold, really cold

The 75 steps take me to the top of the hill

I can see the whole city, neon, green and blue

But if I take time to walk in

It's feels so small

Too many yes men and yes women

Saying yes

And living for fuck-all

When I walk home

I think about you

I sit down to dinner

I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges

Kids laugh at him in flip-flops

Plastic bag full of beer

I'm like one of those nonexistent old blokes you see

From time to time

Wearing flip-flops, pajamas

Plastic bag full of beer

I'm 35 years old

And my mother is still putting money into my account

So I can go out and shop in flip-flops, pajamas

To buy a plastic bag of beer

Things should be in order

I'm not talkin' about the usual shit

House, car, blah blah blah

I'm just sayin'

Things should be in order

When I walk home

I think about you

I sit down to dinner

I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges

50 p charge on me card

This shop's on the up

Topshop is offering the local pervert all he needs

Ten cans of Carling [? 2:56] for 5 pound 50

That's 6 pound if I pay on card

They've even produced a glossy special offers leaflet

Putting it through every corpse's door

Special offers leaflet

More like, kill yourself via our cheap deals brochure

Suicide through a haze of 10 for 5.50

And three deep-pan Chicago-style pizzas for 2 quid

Together with the card charge that's 8 pound

The local shop always gets my support

Because at the co-op it's easier to shoplift

Everything has its use

And when you're a rat in a run

You can't afford to chip your tooth

You can't afford to chip your tooth

When I walk home

I think about you

I sit down for dinner

I think about you

Teacher faces porn charges

2 pound 75 for an homemade chili

Or 3 pound 50 for a mega-breakfast

Including toast and a cup of tea

I always go in with a suit jacket on

Because if I ask for extra toast she doesn't  charge

She must think I'm quite posh

Hardly

Hardly

From the window

There's a great view of hell

All concrete

Undeveloped developments

Fences

ASBOs doing 200 miles an hour

On horrible looking scooters

Whatever happened to Vespas?

People seem happier on a Saturday

10 cans of Carling [? 5:04] and 3 deep-pan pizzas 7 pound 50

When you're playing the fame game

The ground floor's the hardest one to get the lift out of

If you can succeed in getting to the first

And few do

From my point of view, you are laughing

I mean let's face it

If you think you've got something

Then you're gonna, at some point

Be looking at what I'm currently looking at

Through the windows of this cafe

Exclusively brought to me by the fame game

Teacher faces porn charges

When I walk home

I think about you

I sit down to dinner

I think about you

If the clouds get bigger

What I forgot to do

Was think about you