My photo's didn't attract the right attention Because they don't go for interesting You were fucked off when the cars were late So you'll have bad dreams along these lines On the suburbs of Milton Keynes In cohilition this is Michael Barrymore Masturbating, alive And I'm right off my face Out of it and loopy Out of the loop Far out of you Far out of happiness I've always like the idea I've always liked the idea of synchronicity I have a side that's cinematic, see An 18 year old writes And the islander is always unfound I want a girl who will wrestle me And let me win Who I can talk to about anything About anything