Violent Soho Quotes

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary “Wo-ho! so-ho- then!” the near leader violently shook his head and everything upon it—like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.

Covered In Chrome Will I drive out in the night Never come back in a mighty fright Stay out longer while I can Picking fossils in the sand I admire all the games Another asshole lights the flame Rusted clotheslines in the sun Noise control, I've sunken I will smile the greatest radiant smile No one to complain Written in chrome and gore it's all the same Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! All I ever wanted was a piece to myself All I ever wanted was a nine to five People hide what they feel inside So they'll cover it up til it's grey and dry A pussy is a piece of skin wrapped in a pocket All the king's men fell down on their knees Raised their arms to the leader outside Praising the devil they said Hell fuck yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I can't fight it I can't hide Will you take me over Little devil run around inside Will you take me under I can't breathe if I cannot see I can't see if I can't breathe All I ever wanted was an afternoon A middle class and an open sky They rushed in the square with the paper alight They pushed down a statue and spat on it's side A feeling is a piece of skin wrapped in a pocket All the king's men fell down on their knees Raised their arms to a leader outside Praising the devil they said Hell fuck yeah Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I can't fight it I can't hide Will you take me over Little devil run around inside Will you take me under I can't breathe if I cannot see I can't see if I can't breathe Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck Yeah! Take me down Take me down Take me down!

The builder has ginger curly hair on top of his head, and a thick moustache. He has the look of a McDonald’s manager from 1970 who spends his evenings sitting in the smoky back row of theatres in Soho. He’s tall and muscular with hands the size of shopping baskets and, on the one occasion I did briefly meet him, I stared into his eyes and was shocked by their darkness. His nose is broken in three places and is the size and shape of a chicken nugget. A deep scar runs the length of his cheek hinting at a violent past. Old tattoos fade on his arms. The builder may have killed another human being at some point in his life.