I first felt a fist - and then a kick, I could now smell their breath, They smelt of pubs - and Wormwood Scrubs - and too many right-wing meetings. - Paul Weller

Two lovers kissing amongst the screams of midnight,
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude.

If you see me in the street - look away, 'cause I don't want to ever catch you looking at me, Mr Clean.
'Cause I hate you and your wife, and if I get the chance I'll fuck up your life.

The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery...