(Difford/Tilbrook). . He wants to be glorified. And swallowed in fame. He wants to be a hero. Like Kurt Cobain. Playing his guitar. With it hung round his knees.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . Swallow me say swallow me. Take me to your nest of china dolls. Call me up your closest friend. Join me in my neighbourhood patrol.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . In Peyton Place my heart now beats. And floor boards creak where an angel sleeps. Her hair hung across her face. Like a bush hangs across a wall.