Wash my hands, you bad friend

 

A doctor remedies the ills of Google

 

In the Arcade of lust and art, he was

lost, and blinded once outside by the

shadows in the Stockport sun.

 

With pulsating memories of a shadow in the sun

arcade ecstasy leads to arcade fire

there’s a retro revolution in the suburbs

 

Gary built a huge bird’s nest and

waited for the feathered one to return.

Polar bears approach a candy-

coloured bungalow in the shadows of sin.

 

For the twins of secret code

Mr Taxi Driver kept the

Motor running

Banned from every shop in the land.

 

Don’t listen to Nigel.