David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
David Keenan
I'll die without an issue
Economic refugee
Caught between a rumour
Caught between a headbutt and a hard place to be
Spilled into a park bench
Bank holiday Monday casualty
A pale fabrication
A mascot for emasculation
Repeat after me and bark like a little dog
You can't tell a mind by staring at a forehead
Leave me alone, I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Wretches on crutches
Sing Ave Maria
A sad face is washed
A warm bed is emptied
Wretches on crutches
Sing Ave Maria
I myself as a wretch
Put my worries to bed
A relentless scab was he
Beyond reproach, I am free, free, free
From the plastic smiles and the monotone souls
Bark
Bark
Bark
Bark like a little dog