Palm Reader
Fretful since the day we met
Strung up with strands of blonde hair
Just hanging around
Palm reader, you lied
When you said that the One would come along
Palm reader, you lied
You were staring right at my love life
Maybe we should just fake our own deaths
It’s much too cold waiting in the wings
Strung up with strands of blonde hair
Just hanging around
Palm reader, you lied
When you said that the One would come along
Palm reader, you lied
You were staring right at my love life
Maybe we should just fake our own deaths
It’s much too cold waiting in the wings
Illegal Firearms
City
lights, beneath a burning skyline
Bums
and taxi-cabs crawl on by
Left
in the bar, lipstick note scrawled on a napkin
I
should have washed my hands of her months ago
But
for all my education, I never seem to fucking learn
Cross
my heart and the choked street
The
end is nigh
Chain-smoking
Parliaments and making plans
Cable
channel porn playing from the den
This
time tomorrow night
Our
rendezvous will be well under way
There’s
always time for a lengthy dip in the local quarry
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