Sin, the drops are dripping in,
I’m rusting like an iron railing, iron filing
Arms are tiring, private island.

Grass, ground is growing fast,
Clouds blue/white contrast,
I’m falling, falling, falling,
Falling, falling,
Earth is boring.

Shut, all the shops are clearly shut,
I want your money, put it up
In time you’ll find its fine,
I’ll pay but not today.

Sin, the drops are dripping in,
I’m rusting like an iron railing, iron filing
Arms are tiring, private island.

Shit, I’ve let my feelings slip,
Sit back and bite my lip,
Stop talking, facebook stalking,
One more small thing, soon I’m walking in.

In on my learned friend,
My chance to make amends,
Believe me, please believe me, 
Please believe me, goodbye BBC.