Wide eyed 

Open mouthed 

Blank faced 

Low clouds 

Long walk 

Up from hell 

But I came back 

Back unbent 

What it means 

Is that I'm good 

That much 

Is understood 

But all in the room 

Is dark because 

Life is no longer what it was 



Lawrence of Suburbia 

Real life is murder 

Wake up from utopia 

On it again 

All aboard the moneytrain 



Everyday 

As a rule 

I'm distant 

I'm cool 

Not the same 

As before 

I've folded up suicide 

In four 

But this dirty sun 

Shining down 

Pierce the dark 

And the sound 

All you'll see 

Is a tightlipped smile 

On a scared little man 

As the train runs wild 



Lawrence of....