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Stuck up a hornbeam, mind like a thickening fog Stuck up a hornbeam, mind like a thickening fog Gonna get discovered by a bloke out walking the dog I’m so desolate, I’m so all alone I feel arthritic in every single bone I’ve got a mynah bird, it does nothing but moan For you I’d lose my self-esteem For you I’d lose my self-esteem For Crewe I’d use Junction 16 Give me a spork Eight words telling me it’s okay to wallow Eight words giving me the green light to wallow “Up next, brand new Live At The Apollo” Psychoanalyst, psychiatrist, Zen therapist, chap out of Hammerfist Recommended meditation to cure my woes Beats sitting round doing nothing I suppose I’ve never been any good at DIY “Do it yourself” would always be my reply Ah won’t you come back there’s just one last knot to tie Stuck up a hornbeam, feeling blue Stuck up here on account of you I want to jump but it’s such a view From Letras Mania