TRAIN #6

They're in love, just look into their eyes.
It's something special that they can't disguise.
He's grinning miles-wide like he's won first prize,
She's in a daze, amazed and glassy eyed.
First rush of love must be the greatest high,
There's no better buzz that money can buy.
To make it last, I would strongly advise
You don't cheat and you never tell no lies.
I've done those stupid things, they made me wise.
I know well that hearts beat softer when love dies.

FIFTY YEARS HANDCUFFED TO A MANIAC.

Life seemed easier when I was a kid,
Before my dick started running the show.
Girls were just friends but how quickly that ends
Once the beast stirs down below.

But you can't bottle that innocent time,
It leaves once the first pube arrives.
Then we all get tongue-tied and red-faced
And live normal complicated lives.

Enslaved by libido, the ego
And nothing matters more than getting laid.
I half-wish it would finish, shrivel and diminish,
But I know I'll freak out when my sex drive fades.

Feel like I'm handcuffed to a maniac

TRAIN #5

Half-human and half-pissed,
How did it come to this?
Blinded by the vodka mist,
Drinking like a thirsty fish.
Is there a home where you are missed?
Do your kids long for a kiss
Or just think "fuck him and his fists"?
If you had a magic wish
Is this how you would exist?
Because it's a shitty kind of bliss.

PUNK ROCK SAVED MY LIFE.

Punk Rock saved my life
Coz when I was 13,
I quite liked Yes and Genesis
And Tangerine fuckin' Dream.

Punk Rock ruled my life,
Soothed my adolescent stress.
My god's not spelt G.O.D. -
It's R.A.M.O.N.E.S

Punk Rock lit up my life,
It got me stoned and it got me laid.
Became a Punk Rock singer in a Punk Rock band
(Which never got me paid.)

Punk Rock informs my life,
It colours everything I do.
There'll always be a part of me
That says 'Haway, let's sniff some glue!"

Punk Rock fucked up my life,
It's a fact, I can't ignore it.
But just gimme three chords and the truth -
That's Punk Rock...and I adore it.

A Fail of Two Cities.

It's a world of petty grievances,
Rival tribal allegiances.
Adore your team and your football ground,
Hate everyone in the neighbouring town.

You say the people are different there,
You can tell them by the clothes they wear.
They've got no passion, got no heart.
Two cities, fifteen miles apart.

You can't trust them with their shifty eyes
And every word they say is lies.
Kick the bastards when they're down.
Postcode wars in Northern towns.

Macho, pumped-up, tightly wound
Men fight like kids in school playgrounds.
Their idea of weekend ecstasy
Is the pub, the match then A & E.

Spit and fight and hate and maim,
All in the name of the beautiful game.
Will you ever learn the lesson that
It's not where you're from...it's where you're at.