Spastica

A morbid fascination with all things in extremes
A limited sport will leave its spot on me
Early in the morning, Ive given up on sleep
Im in the attention, but all I hear is my heart beat
Your spastic aspirations will make a man of me
Brought him for his playing, such sensitivity
Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
Took a look in your lyric book, your heads right up my arse
Its unbelievable
The way youve got all
It seems improbable
The inner city fauna is crying round your feet
I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale