You better listen

It's thin

It's a powder keg.

You better listen to me.



Take me home.

I don't want to go.

Take me back to the safe.

You know better.

You better listen.

It's a powder keg.

You better listen.



Retreat from Enniskillen



I had a dream

Bruised it coloured

It going to hurt me

Manchester city center

Caroline

Take me back

I can't get the bus.

Do you know what they say.



You better listen

he's a powder keg.

You better listen to me



Sickening in its infection.

His radioactive radio-head drips with powder

His aura, round halo, thin.

Listen to me.

Thin.

Retreat.



Head loaded people avoid bad luck.

Hives away.

Confined to the university in the town.

Powder, retreat from Enniskillen



I don't want to go.

Take me home

Take me back to town, Mark.

Don't you know, the town is a powder keg.