Powder Keg

You better listen
 It's thin
 It's a powder keg.
 You better listen to me.
 Take me home.
 I don't want to go.
 Take me back to the safe.
 You know better.
 You better listen.
 It's a powder keg.
 You better listen.
 Retreat from Enniskillen
 I had a dream
 Bruised it coloured
 It going to hurt me
 Manchester city center
 Caroline
 Take me back
 I can't get the bus.
 Do you know what they say.
 You better listen
 he's a powder keg.
 You better listen to me
 Sickening in its infection.
 His radioactive radio-head drips with powder
 His aura, round halo, thin.
 Listen to me.
 Thin.
 Retreat.
 Head loaded people avoid bad luck.
 Hives away.
 Confined to the university in the town.
 Powder, retreat from Enniskillen
 I don't want to go.
 Take me home
 Take me back to town, Mark.
 Don't you know, the town is a powder keg.