Itchy Teeth

So I cough, I heave awake with the juggernaut Sold to a new grey, and in his arms I Churn an hour at the bus stop; that brummie metre salivates And tolls like a migraine Like itchy teeth, like a second hand Just me and my trolley and 'got no change, man' Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can't Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind Just grow and grow and start your families, fake the landing Seethe like an engine, but stay calm And "keep an eye on the GDP", clever people terror cry Weep for the ending Like itchy teeth, like a second hand Just me and my trolley and 'got no change, man' Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can't Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind A quick mouth to mouth, a bright undertone Oh, England, that sound is a belly ache for don't know