SHINER

Hold my hands down flat
On the oily mat
Use those big white teeth of yours
Coz the rain's coming down
And the radio's loud
And I'm responding so well to your force

And Jesus
Jesus never knew
Because the end now
It's coming into view

Give me a shiner
Give me an eyeliner
Revive me
Force your way ahead and shine me

Lightning on your wedding ring
You're such a stupid thing
See these big white teeth of mine
Forget the carpet burns
And the milk's on the turn
It's time, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's time

Coz Jesus
Jesus never knew
That the end now
Is coming into you

11pm Platform Five
Your chatroom name, South London Bi
The witch of November was in the skies
And all the good folks warm inside
And The Wifes don't want to know your name
And The Wifes don't want your mobile number
As you do the job just shut your gob
As your real wife softly slumbers
You said we'll break into my office
Alarm disabled, thunder claps
Wet coats on the desk, car keys on the rug,
This afternoon's cold coffee mug
And I think the sexual revolution's really dead
Coz what I can't get out of my head
Is a song which once said, as you reach for your socks
Good people are in bed before 9 o'clock.

People try to say that it's just a game
Ships pass in the night, they turn and then they're gone
But they're wrong.
This goes on forever.