James Dean-esque

I spent half,
of my life,
in a Sainsbury's queue,
Waiting to get to the front
so I could see you,
And the other half
standing outside your house
waiting for your,
mum and dad to go out.

I want us to happy,
I want us to sing and sway,
I want us to satisfied,
I want us to be okay,

I didn't have a problem with you,
you had a problem with me,
I ruffed you up,
but I'm not gonna kissey,
with you pretty little missy,
coz' it's probable your just not enough,
Lady Jane is, Right beside me.
But I'm not gonna bother with her, her, her,
coz', she's not gonna do it with me.

I am brave when I'm drunk,
I'm the needy little punk,
who wants you badly.
But the bottle doesn't work,
so I had to turn to church,
I'm getting desperate!

I want you to be impressed,
I want you to think I'm James dean-esque,
Don't you know I know your address,
I'll come round and take you hostage,

I didn't have a problem with you,
you had a problem with me,
I ruffed you up,
but I'm not gonna kissey,
with you pretty little missy,
coz' it's probable your just not enough,
Lady Jane is, Right beside me.
But I'm not gonna bother with her, her, her,
coz', she's not gonna do it with me.

I didn't have a problem with you,
you had a problem with me,
I ruffed you up,
but I'm not gonna kissey,
with you pretty little missy,
coz' it's probable your just not enough,
Lady Jane is, Right beside me.
But I'm not gonna bother with her, her, her,
coz', she's not gonna do it with me.

Billy the bunt

Listen very carefully,
I will tell the truth,
This is the story of Billy the Bunt,
the man who was born to loose.

Billy lost his cash and cane,
Bet it on a diamond,
Knock him out first bloody punch,
Say this is the ballard of Billy the Bunt.

Take your cuss and,
shove it where it hurts and,
loose your looser crown.
I'll be coming round to,
drag your demons down and,
loose your looser,
Crown.

Billy lost his wife and kids,
through kissing failure he's lost his lips,
Said they caught a raging drunk,
Say is the ballard of Billy the Bunt.

Take your cuss and,
shove it where it hurts and,
loose your looser crown,
I'll be coming round to,
show you how it's done and,
loose your looser crown.

He was branded a bum.
He was labeled a,
looser (X4)
He was kicked and cursed,
He was labeled a,
Looser (X4)

Got the bastard exercise.
To disappear his luckless guise.
this never and will piss on punk(?),
the sad old bastard Billy the Bunt.

And so that's how,
the story goes,
now look whose gone,
I'll never know
that was the ballard of
Billy the Bunt,
the man who was born to loose.

Rapid pulsing breaths

Like young love was
caught in the fuzzy focus
of photography,
He roles in the long grass,
Powering through flowers,
rain some bicycles
he roles in the long grass.

And in the small hours of
afternoon,
I like to ciest,
I was made a sinner,
through the rapid pulsing breaths.

And if being grand and mature
and pedaled by my ear
sings a desperate rampant tune,

The crinkle of an un-oiled wheel
slowly turning in departure,
sings a desperate rampant tune.

And in the small hours of
afternoon,
I like to ciest,
I was made a sinner,
through the rapid pulsing breaths.

And in the small hours of
afternoon,
I like to ciest,
I was made a sinner,
through the rapid pulsing breaths.

Interpreted and written by Adam Perry. CLICK HERE TO E-MAIL ME IF YOU SEE SOMETHING WRONG!!

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