“I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck.”
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck.
"Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly"
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass
Happy Monday!
"But sometimes I feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill"
One of my favourite tracks off this album 7