4:33 AM (Running Shoes)

So I stood by the roadside

The soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmac

Like gunmetal magnets

Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face

Was the kind of a smile

That only a rather dull child could have drawn

While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight

But she was impressed

You could see that she thought I looked fine

And when she turned sweeter

The reason (between you and me) was

She'd just seen my green Lamborghini

So we went for a spin in the country

To feel the wind in our hair

To feel the power of my engine

To feel the thrill of desire

And then in the trees I heard a twig snap

Warning lights flashed on my map

I opened my eyes and to my surprise

There were Arabs with knives at the front of the bed

Right at the front of the bed

Oh my God, how did they get in here

I thought we were safe home in England

She said,

come on now kid, it was wrong what you did

You've got to admit it was wrong what you did

You've got to admit it was wrong

"Oh god...Jesus..."