(heaton/rotheray)Tables turned over and curtains rippedBottles uncollected, collected hereNothing seems to shine like these razor edges doIt’s a crazy little world without youI went to see a doctor and she said ’yes, go ahead’’throw yourself into the sea’I wrote a will for my friendsAnd this is how it read’me, me, me, me, me, me, me’No friends, everything for me, me, meNo friends, just me, just meFleet street was a very funny placeHome to the mad and the corruptWhat would you say if I told you todayI’d made this whole story up? I made this whole story up