Convicts

Can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip I can't run away, my bones congeal The stakes are simple, shit and bile But you just don't get it (No you just don't get it) You must hook up with me for...

It aint funny how we don't talk anymore I'm custom built to be spilt but fun 'til i hit the floor Why be the powdery apple in the bunch The sweetness aint so delish without the crunch Yeah, Yeah,...

I'm a mess And it's losing its spark Used to have a value Now I'm alone in the dark And I know I ain't no sketch-a-graph baby And these jowls, scowls and watermouths (?) They ain't genetically related...

Yeah you're beautiful but you're fucked Were you damned as such? Vain lads clamour just for the hem of your drawers Its no fake breeze That I spend my days Just pottering what I became the jewel in...

With friends like you I could throw away my tv Cause I got it all in spades now All triumph and tragedy And when as a kid with a pocket knife Like a stone from a distance thrown It's a gamblers trick,...

Now Constance George has got a voice like a tonic Mix it with gin and its got a kick to it Don't care for novellas, prune juice or flans Shes makin' up for time stolen by her old man Shes walks with a...

Each summer we'd slumber in caravans While our folks would drink casks and curse the sand. I noticed him staring at the ceiling like Gene Vincent Singing to a crowd For a girl of 14 I thought I knew I...

I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives I'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smile I'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife Thank God I've hit the bottom Thank God I've hit the bottom I've...