Full Morrissey

Ho ho ho ha ha
We build signs instead of zealots
Men about log cabin backrubs
If you hide under uniforms, no-one gets jealous

And I go, I go, I go full Morrissey
Gnashing my teeth at the tide of the tender
But I go, I go, I go rotten
Show me your arm, show me your arms

Eating heroes and heroes and heroes for tea
And heroes and heroes and heroes for tea
If there's wise men involved then they're hiding, you see
If there's wise men involved then they're hiding, they're hiding from me

Fe fi fo fum I smell the blood of ex-pat scum
Fe fi fo fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood of old English professors drunk on estrellas (fe fi fo)
Fe fi fo fum I smell the blood of ex-pat scum
Fe fi fo fe fi fo fum
I smell a half-finished record in need of edge
In need of outrage

Oh Steven - you are so very, very, very naughty

Every year around Christmas since once I was anything
I've gone to a secret location there to confound sentence structure
And think about death
Although not necessarily in that order - and not necessarily at the same time

I promise you that every year around cup final day I'm absolutely forbidden to teach kung fu to the alt-centre
On account of them patronising the art form and not in the correct way
On account of them patronising all art forms and never - and never - in the correct way
The band is back - but never in the correct way
The band - well, half of the band and their eldest male relatives are back
But never but never but never but never in the correct way