Poppy Full
Sycophantic slag
Call us home. Make our tea. Nobody loves us.
Nothing's changed, I still love you, only slightly less than I used to.
Call us home. Make our tea. Nobody loves us.
Nothing's changed, I still love you, only slightly less than I used to.
Just be careful what you say about people like me, because we don't take it lightly.
So safely with your software, miles from the front line, you...
If you must go to work tomorrow, well if i were you i really wouldn't bother
I'd hate to intrude -- oh, I'm alone.
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt .
...which set the pace for the rest of your days
and that's when 'goodbye' should be 'farewell'
Slip on the trail of all my sad remains.
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear, And don't go home tonight, Come out and find the one that you love
so shelve your western plans...
and I will see you in far-off places.
With my head on the bar.
So give us a drink, and make it quick!
Give it a rest, won't you?