| Shut down | |
| Tangled up in your machinery | |
| No sound Just the faceless press of words and wheels | |
| Surrounds me | |
| Like molasses on my soles and eaves | |
| Come out Can anyone come out and play | |
| All I want is an aeroplane | |
| Rubber-banded with paper wings | |
| All I want is to steal again | |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream | |
| All I want is vanishing | |
| All I want is | |
| God Spit out | |
| By an undeserving dumb and mad | |
| Shipped down | |
| With a pride of fagging earls and boys | |
| Moved round | |
| To a council flat in | |
| St. John's | |
| Wood Come out | |
| Can anyone come out and play | |
| All I want is an aeroplane | |
| Rubber-banded with paper wings | |
| All I want is to steal again | |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream | |
| All I want is vanishing | |
| All I want is | |
| God All I want is an aeroplane | |
| Rubber-banded with paper wings | |
| All I want is to steal again | |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream | |
| All I want is vanishing | |
| All I want is an afterglow | |
| A forty-five on a gramophone | |
| All I want is a thick skin, to grow into | |
| Everything is vanishing | |
| All I want is | |
| God |