Strawberries being bubbled in great vats
4-3 in the last minute
We knew those adult rumours just weren't true
A sergeant found him gutted like a fish
The first rain slaps the leaves like slow applause
It's time for tea and biscuits, no-one comes
Mother and daughter, German refugees
Hotel towels, stolen spoons
The fate of a failed ballerina
Comrade, with your finger on the switch
In haste they tossed the bodies in the wells
Some bastard's trying to cure my paranoia
Newcastle Brown
The parrot at the top of the class
His home address was inked inside his cap
The ambulance, the hearse, the auctioneers
I thought it made me look more working class
My writing desk, two photos, Mum & Dad
All day till it grows dark I sit and stare
Death is in the house but I'm out here
The plumber glues some lengths of PVC
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