The Lodger

Doorsteps
Smoking cigarrettes at your doorsteps Looking like I don't c...

Everyone
Lying on a cold Public toilet floor Old bag outside Bang on ...

Radio
Too heavy to float too light to sink I think less than I spe...

Whatever The Weather
Winter air is flowing through your hair But my balding head,...

Lord Is My Feeder
Without you I feel so small, With you a downhill's no ball Y...

I Love Death
Waking ten times to take a piss you can taste the cancer in ...