J is for Jam
I first felt a fist, and then a kick, I could now smell their breath. They smelt of pubs. And wormwood scrubs. And too many right wing beatings.
No one wants to go Down in a Tube Station at Midnight.
I first felt a fist, and then a kick, I could now smell their breath. They smelt of pubs. And wormwood scrubs. And too many right wing beatings.
No one wants to go Down in a Tube Station at Midnight.
