Birmingham

allen / cox / gray

Face the facts and don't look back

There's a hole in this middle town affair

There's a whole inquest

Like a hole in the rest

That I think

I'm going to have to sit in

You're a sleeping bag

You're a rhyming slug

Pressure pressure

Man is sick of chairs

From the heart of the sins above ground

Around here

I think I'm

Jesus And

I'm sick of all the songs about love

There's a head hunt in

Birmingham

We're going to hurry down the same old roads

I'm not going to think that

I'm a Jesus

Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone

Pressure pressure

Fix this kiss this

I'm not sick

I'm going to handle this

I'm going to have everything

I want to have

I'm going to seed some mean

I'm going to raise a scene

I'm going to raise everything

I ever had

I'm not sick

I'm going to handle this

I'm going to...

Keyboards:

Mark Cox,

Stephen Blake

Guitar: Andrew

Gray Bass:

Leslie Langston

Voices: Michael

Allen, Zannie

Barrett Drums:

Robin Brown,

T.W.P., Drostan

Madden Thanks:

Benny DiMassa

Engineered:

Ian Capple,

Craig A Thompson

Produced:

Drostan Madden,

T.W.P.