you know the drill, a brick through the windscreen, sling your hook and hide in the toilets.
look at yourself, i can’t take you anywhere. born and bred, putting the boot in.
i don’t know what got into me.
i figured it out, he just crept up on me for twenty years and i didn’t notice. but it’s all connected, and now i remember, i found a fracture, low and behold, you’re talking out your arse. now i know what i’m up against.
he might die in his sleep tonight.
he followed me here, and he’s gonna have himself an accident. a little help? i’m sorry about all this. i’m sorry about all this. i’m sorry about all this. i’m sorry about all this.