Nesting

I'm so twisted that my mate thinks he's my mother.

I got off the bus one stop early; Mars, not Earth.

I'd rather be torn apart by pain and trouble

from my loved ones than be in a corner ignored.

Let’s get aboard the W reg 1982 Yelloways coach and go to the old skool.

Is it fucked like the coach?

I'm a ballsy bastard, the job walker.

Whoop whoop!

Bricks in the yard.

To build what?

Defence against muggers.

On the head lads!

Mr Hardman what are you but a collection of spare parts?

Made up from your victims.

Their legacy now yours.