it? with heroes and villians, genii and legends you should be writing for the college magazine it's a bowl so small that you'll look good albeit a bit pissed up on the beer so sing for joy the mummy's boy who was happy to take the love but not so fussed that he could stop to thank her all that child and all that labour and complaining by the neighbours splinters from the part of the anchor getting obsessed with body bits and knowing that you're not alone watching TV as your mind's getting blanker I really need some sewing done and want it doing beautiful the woman plays the part of the anchor he wished he was american, he even put the tv on for 'portrait of a legend' on paul anka he's into hazy faces and he'll visit foreign places and bemoans the woman's part of the anchor the power and the glamour are the roles that you can dig but you will always pass on work 'cos you're a wanker and on life's stage the state of play is decided by the man and the woman plays the part of the anchor morbid tale; the fear of fear which supercedes it wind from sail, just don't come near and guilt who needs it woke up one morning and found for my sins the sun posing round in the sky scraped up my doubts and then made for the bin the trash pulled the sleep from my eye