Mary Lynne
Tom Robinson
Crowbait clamouring
Dark and hard
Penned in, pack of lies
Plaza yard
Barefoot, blubbering
'What's your name?'
Front fork buckled up
Pump and chain
Face to face to face to face
With Mary Lynne
Silver street, December in the rain
Facing failure takes a bit of burying
Memories of memories
Of Mary Lynne
Now and then I think about
A place I knew
Dead of night, out of bed
A boy like you
Overweight, underhand
Out of bounds
Shelter in... the waiting room
Council town
Face to face to face to face
With Mary Lynne
Audley junction waiting for the train
Let's face it, failure takes a bitter burying
Memories of memories
Of Mary Lynne