Ye wake in a corner and stay there hoping yer body will disappear, the thoughts smothering ye; these thoughts; but ye want to remember and face up to things, just something keeps ye from doing it, why can ye no do it; the words filling yer head: then the other words; there's something far far wrong; ye're no a good man, ye're just no a good man.
When yer lonely and you start to hear/The little voices in your head at night/You will only sniff away the tears/So you can dance until the mornings lightAnd in your head, do you feel what your not supposed to feel?You need more time / 'Cos your thoughts and words won't last forevermore"Noel Gallagher
Shaddup! What's wrong wit' ya? Keep yer hands off the wheel, ya' moron!
Got yer Zerg right here, heh, heh, heh...
"What do yer want to go to London for? It's nowt but 20 Doncasters end to end."