canteen plums

dancing as their chance passed

promoting national trust

and goose the tunnel for the ditch

your jokes are swelling whining tracks

it's a sign of the times

on sudden outburst radio

feed our egos

getting our fill

with the everything i want pill

and andy paper in his time

he's frozen up there on the slips

and so the minors collapse

they waste no time lacking guts

throwing ashes on the fire

'cause everybody's a star

manifesting hypocrites

inflicting blows

it's quite relaxing