Glue - Chronical Diarrhoea

Got to get some gold medals Come put them on my sleeve Baby And a diploma too with my name on top For all the hardships and deeds You know what I mean Do you kn

Don't touch it yet it's hot Your fingertips will fall off The kitchen's burning while I'm scraping the pots Come on now eat your food Cartridges fried and stewe

Nothing We had nothing Nothing but the air That we were gasping for Not much We hadn't much But we had many dreams And a list of what we lacked Oh enough I coul

The Wooden Chair Jenny Wilson I sit here singing a song a song that'll make you sleepy Oh I sing a harsh hymn all through the night so I won't fall asleep Oh oh