Why not smash your face in with a brick and make a sickly milkshake from all the secrets that spurt out?

Won’t take cover, go forward type slugger

Won’t recover but I don’t truck with never

Storm coming says the weatherman

Chaos a portal so time to get it, la’

Stand up straight and earn your stripes

Pan’s piping

Wants paying in advance before he plays the dance

Chimes relay the news that it is nine newly

Chin high like a poor striker, admired duly

Be upright and they’ll soon be up standing

Far from an upstanding citizen

Fizzy bumming in Dundrum on landings

You tried standing on business but fumbled the landing

Harder defending a belt than landing it.

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