Joe

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is savage blue, hurt is swollen raw, no sense of ease, always in your Queue, you would never say please, I’m not divined by whores, Waiting here in the gloom, no footfall for your cause, it’s bad on every street, no one hears good news, but no need to scream, I hack at lonely chores, turn my life askew, sweat in furious pause, why shout and swear at me, spitting out your spume, only fools don’t heed, you rage and roar, you never were the glue, you pray at some lonely door, we’re already over you.

Martina Three

If it’s in your blood, in this house of whispers, who says it’s no good, places you want to claim, don't need a chorus, heavy hearts on belted freeways, time goes bust, something vague is no bonus, being prepared’s a must, find another way, simply do what time insists, knowledge is always gain, maybe you need a tug, sail away without a ship, when rain hits the dust, search for love again, walk the middle distance, never bow to shame. an Ocean never floods, why make a fuss, many a life's in trouble, plenty for all of us.

Martina Two

Is this how we imitate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open every door, try for the Apprentice, wake up sore, fuelled with what we take, like all the rest, we won’t hesitate, fools sing for applause, faith is the test, does two and two make four, the night's cool probate, scatters our innocence, no matter what cost resonates, with the drunken poor, they ask for our presence, they give us the floor, the search for fame, is the brand they blend, don’t sweep them away, they're our new friends

Maerina Two

Is this how we imitate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open every door, try for the Apprentice, wake up sore, fuelled with what we take, like all the rest, we won’t hesitate, fools sing for applause, faith is the test, does two and two make four, the night's cool probate, scatters our innocence, no matter what cost resonates, with the drunken poor, they ask for our presence, they give us the floor, the search for fame, is the brand they blend, don’t sweep them away, they're our new friends

Martina

Is this really the place, to ask the reason why, my love is ruined, the haze of loss and show, beats out lonely time, nowhere else to go, soaked on the Spanish main, desolate in my cry, I never try to calculate, what I need to know, no longer beat the sky, wooden box or one-way crow, when I jump the rail, boxcar irons safe to climb, forget the spikes of jail, my lips won’t go, near this sweetheart’s tie, or witness gentle sorrow, no easy way to fake, what hurts me deep inside, take it to my grave, eyes open wide.

Sran Four

Do you think when beat, perhaps sing a common air, I can rescue everything, if love’s the frame, heaven’s my place to share, I have my good name, when in depths of need, I’ll be taking care, it's not easy being free, getting there’s the game, trousers full of tears, even up the lane, I know how to keep, a wooden face in every lair, drink’s my sole conceit, everything else I can tame, pass hours on hard chairs, even wrapped in chains, will everyone see, the gaps between my hair, eyes lit up like kerosene, my dreams elsewhere?

Sean Three

You say get a grip, when I fail down below, another momentary slip, I don't need drugs to pray, sooth my bones, my quest to get away, dreamers have surly lips, manacles of wretched homes, others take a coin and flip, easy jokes and spirits flay, across 49 different time zones, everything we gain, drowns in a headlight dip, in consumptive hollows, take another nip, won’t know how I stay, if I can dump this ‘phone, when faith is a getaway, I’ll make this trip, the wind will moan, nail me to a coffin ship, c'mon baby let’s go