The leaves are embracing the sky

It’s sick how they WRITHE so, like Uriah Heep

And stroking and kissing, so craven, oh weep

You heroes whose pride is too high

You’ll never bend, you’re like Allie and me

We’re heroes it’s easy to see

When we miss something on the TV

We just say “Oh, fuck it, we’ll have to Catch Up”

And roll a nice ciggie and grab us a cup

Of strong coffee – If we see a flea

We don’t say “Alas, ‘tis the end of the world”

We laugh and cry “Arseholes!”, our foreheads unfurled.

If I spill some gunge down my shirt

I don’t get enraged, no, I’m quite philosophic

I don’t scream “Be careful, you silly great prick!”

I smile, bloody cool, saying “No-one’s got hurt”

And I turn to my Allie with grace

And smack her one right ‘cross the face