BANG! BANG! BONGO DRUM! WHOOP, THERE IT IS! AROOOOOOOOOOGHA! MASSIVE ALARM NOISE! LOUD

METAL CLANGING SOUND!

245 on the corner of Ampthill and Woburn, dope related stab-up in the arse, officer in need of assistance, I repeat officer in need of assistance.

Oh my poor, glistening orbs, my sad, forlorn darlings.

The sick patch on the carpet, the night we drank too much.
The gravy stains on the Belling Stove, it misses the woman's touch.
The hair on the soap, the make-up in the sink.
The toothbrush that you left behind, it makes me stop and think.

There's a ghost, in my bedsit, of how it used to be.
There's a ghost in my bedsit, and it keeps on haunting me.

Slam it in there Sonny, oooze it right in that sentence, whack it in there Sonny Jim.

Posted By: tehwatch, Jan 24, 18:02:23