Right it's a proverbial parental door, not the first literal real of;- with my back to it'

 

well walk up to the fisherman's pub, pick what you

want on the menu;- no I'll pitch in my share too,

I am 48 yer know. And we chat and so on, right;

two or three days pass and the train is 

starting out back for king's cross.

fast forward and we're exiting maidstone east.

Maybe it's Boxing Day now, avoid all those 

stinking profane prole crowd's, ooh talk

about basse yutz flagon's;- oh right down

earl street, and there you have it...

Talin need's to say sorry to Lima, peru.

cause we're very private people yer know,

private people I say, private people.

not when the stakes are this fucking high

and this is the effectuality you're

having you ain't;- get lost.

how you olding up the pair of yer'

well i need to get you all in somehow, 

so be willing somehow at evan almighty.

but don't you be telling me I was 

dishonouring you;- i could barely

get past life's barricades eh.