Paint Work

We go two, twice all the way round those things

Two high ones, two low ones, yeah

Right man

Man stopped us at corner

He had a bloody nose

And then he opened his denim jacket

It was under his vest made out of tracing paper

Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible

—formation of Beryllium-8. Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. Red Giant stars—

Disfigured in a lady, tedious

Was over accountant's and on business

Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary

Then I read Paula Yates on vision mopeds

Then I found out we were not going to Italy

Later Mam said 'Those continentals are little monkeys'

And yesterday we had liver and sausage over

And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork'

And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork'

Distractors, post-doctors behind come in

Dressed in suits, grow talons

Everyone clenched plaits horror

And sometimes they say...

And sometimes I feel like saying

This is bloody Newark

Or some drive-in slap place

In Breda and in Cologne

With the shirt [on/off]

Sun in vicinity

As if I hadn't done 10 month's service

In the USA

On media guts

[It circles is] where I start

And sometimes they say...

And I think

If I'd wanted to live in Holland

And if I'd wanted to be lived in

I'd have packed up and pissed off

When I was 16

A [Swiss good ass/as/at] this lousy business

Was the last thing I was ever imagining

Hey Mark, why can't I live in England?

[The end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got

Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo

And take over all the desparate

I'll take over discussion and

....humanely regular colours over...

...engineered oxidate zeppelin

Old world style, old man only juke box caught

All power jets on....spectacular facets]

And sometimes they say....

Hey, you're fucking up the paintwork

What is this thing they're so hard-assed about?

I thought I lived in England