as the streets get colder and the sounds get stranger

the lack of sleep pokes her nasty head round the

end of my bed on st james your never 3m from a junkie or a copper four fights

in 2 hours seems like its football day or just a bit fROM WWE
the beach smells and the pier is giving the rest of

us the vickies sit in our homes and use spotify till the next free music stream is found nothing yet but men still pan for gold lucky we found this house is what i hear from all but lucky is not looking at my toes and wacthing them change differe

nt kinda blue and looking at the window and seein random man getting fucked up for being punter in the bulldog only happend once but does

not make it any better