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.

Know better.

You better listen.

It's a powder keg.

You better listen.

Retreat from Enniskillen

I had a dream

Bruised and covered

and going into [ ]

Manchester city center turnstyle

Take me back

I can't take the bus.

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.

[Red loaded] people avoid bad luck.

Hides away.

Confined to the university in the town.

Powder, retreat from Enniskillen

I don't want to go.

Take me back to town, Mark.

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