Hey son, the puppies sold. They’ve gone to their new home but don’t worry, don’t worry, they’ll be alright. Chewing through the plastic cracks, they ran as we exchanged the cash. We rode around for hours and found nothing.

Duelling with suburban cats. Eating meals from garbage bags. But don’t worry, don’t worry, they will be alright. Don’t worry, don’t worry, they know how to fight. Made some friends at the halfway house. Slept on a crusted couch. But don’t worry, don’t worry, they’ll be warm at night. Don’t worry, don’t worry, they will be alright. Raiding the butchers shack. One keeps a lookout while the others attack. Oh don’t worry, don’t worry, they will stay alive. Don’t worry, don’t worry son they’ll be alright. Fell asleep on an old freight train. Woke up in a London drain. But don’t worry, they’ll hurry and they’ll keep aflight. Don’t worry, don’t worry they will be alright.

Oh they do not need any other way to destroy themselves in this hopeless game and they hold the road like a broken sword with their broken bones and their homeless thoughts.

Sang songs with a busking man, stealing money from his guitar bag. But don’t worry, don’t worry, they were in hard times. Don’t worry, don’t worry, it won’t happen twice. Fell in with a bad crowd. Dealing drugs just to fill their mouths. But don’t worry, they’ll make it through another night. Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’ll be alright. They made a split, they left for dead. On the run from the pound again. But don’t worry, don’t worry, they know how to hide. Don’t worry, don’t worry they will be alright, be alright.

Oh they do not need any other way to destroy themselves in this hopeless game and they hold the road like a broken sword with their broken bones and their homeless thoughts.

Johnny left at daybreak, and Jamie moved down under, and Reece fled the industry to move out to the suburbs and its going round town that his body was found. Lawrence held a bank heist and got away with Peter. They sped down to the border but they couldn’t pay the meter. They say jails pretty fine, yeah they write me all the time. Damian and Liam ended on the railroad track, and David ended violently from a fatal heart attack, and Chile’s in the zone, locked up in the mental home. Jay’s a freedom seeker and Greg’s a fascist leader, and Marianne and Arianne took to the street set theatre. Mike and Martin duelled it out ‘til they were both put in the ground. Nick went down for DUI and never got to fly, and Dale’s mind dissolved in another acid binge last night, and Catherine stowed away on a plane out of LA. Niall plays the basement jazz in a smoked filled down town bar, and Jazz fell with his old addictions and sold his last guitar. Hannah’s still out breaking hearts, yeah she tore old Paul apart. Jam and Joe and Robbie drove and busted out the boys, opened fire on the prison guards and blew out all the walls. Oh and Emily packed in and was never seen again. Abi made a movie and Beth helped with the shooting, and Stephanie roams around taking pictures of dead bodies. And Craig lives in the street, cardboard boxes on his feet. And Alex and Alli and Andrey and Ashley and Benjamin and Daron all live out in the country. Jack and George are racing carts, playing records in the dark. Ian’s orchestration is sweeping through the nation and he makes a bit of money selling music out for favours. Oh he’s helped me once or twice when my time was in a vice. And Katie and Guy and Olivia and Gerald and Roo and Leah. Don’t ask me what they’re doing, since that day I’ve never seen them. Oh it certainly was a journey with each branch another story moving forwards every morning and I guess that’s something like how it all happened.