They can walk on water or they can run. Depending on the story. Also by the same author. Volume one, violence death or glory. . Sneaking out of the exit of B and Q.
Wish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie. Window broke, torn up screens. Who'd have thought that you'd dream. Of a single tragic scene. . I just want to sing a song with you.
Fee fi fo fum. I smell the blood of Nazi scum. I want my dad and I want my mum. A Sherman tank and a load of guns. . If love is the answer. What was the question?.
wake up lonely with you by my side. one more night it doesn't feel. there are movies playing in your eyes. you dream of our fortunes. but you're wrong..
Inside you know. A heart full of hope. Inside you know. An empire of soul. . To hold on for love. Hurts me, it's slow. One word's enough. One word this time.
The decorations are drab. It's dirty and it smells. You don't have to be mad to work here. But it helps. . The temptation to fail. Would make a boots bunny cry.
Breaking your heart was never my intention. Playing with parts too fragile in the ending. . We have become alien. We have become alien. Give me a song that weighs a tonne.
Look ma, top of the world. He'd started talking to himself. His ma was dead. The first sign of madness, talking to yourself. . Alarm bells should have.
Suicide isn't painless. It hurts like Hell. It's set aside for the famous. A little suicide sells. . Nothing lasts forever. But nothing ever did. It's big but it's not clever.
Come home, an absence of feeling. Slow down and mean what you say. What did you figure out, dear?. It's all whispering now. Shut your mouth. Your words.
When you've been watching the world die all day. And channel hopping won't make it go away. Put on your shoes come and share the blues with me. . This skinny swollen kiddie covered in flies.
This is not a love song and it serves no use. But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse. It might make you feel better and it's good for the soul.
Ground floor Shoppers' Paradise. Haberdashery, needles, spoons and knives. Knuckle dusters, glass jaws and wooden hearts. . Spend your money girls, on sprays and lipsticks.
Now, Sheriff Fatman started out. In business, a granny farmer. He was infamous for fifteen minutes. And he appeared on Panorama. . But then he somehow got himself on board.
I, James Robert Injustice. Being of unsound body and mind. Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods. To anyone who wants 'em. . The debts that I got from gambling.
I worship the ground that you walk on. Give praise to the place where you sit. Your face and the space that you talk from. Your teeth and those unlucky lips.
The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving. Across the shifty sands to the war. By the time I get to read them, she'll be rising. To a fifty, fifty chance and nothing more.
In a bar Johnny drinks. Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker. Runs up a bill he can't pay. He's drinking to the memory. Of a prince in a paupers grave. . And it's go Johnny go.
I'm in love with my wife. Doublebeds, The Lemonheads. Scrambled eggs and life. Let's make it open season. . On all the racists and the bigots. And their chums.
When I saw his face and I was a believer. It was the automatic rifles. The Nintendo's and the Sega's. And the half a dozen dead disciples. . He claimed to be the son of God.