PMM in Bitches, and I can't believe that someone hasn't beaten me to this.
I'm headin' for the railway station
One way ticket to my destination, mmm
This sort of lustin' wasn't planned
I thought I had it well in hand
Even though my tastes have spanned
All the way across the land
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Tuesday/Sunday's endless stream
Of pretty things and naughty dreams
And each one looks just right to me
Connor and River's brother thing
And every Dawnie dance I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll watch my show again
I'll lick my lips and pretend
That nothing's really wrong with me
In spite of pushing thir-ir-ty
Like Spikey with his Harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me