Maps ☆ null

[Grandpa Joe:] Wh-When does he get it?

[Willy Wonka:] He doesn’t

[Grandpa Joe:] Why not?

[Willy Wonka:] Because he broke the rules

[Grandpa Joe:] What rules? We didn’t see any rules, did we, Charlie?

[Charlie shakes his head briefly]

[Willy Wonka: springs up from his chair, angrily] Wrong, sir! Wrong! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if – and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy:

[grabs a magnifying glass and reads]

[Willy Wonka:] I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera… Fax mentis incendium gloria cultum, et cetera, et cetera… Memo bis punitor delicatum!

[slams the contract copy and the magnifying glass down, continues shouting]

[Willy Wonka:] It’s all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole fizzy lifting drinks! You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! You lose! Good day, sir!

The handling of a heart’s a very delicate art cause it’s paper thin

One irrelevant thought that started out as a spark could be a poisonous dart

That leaves a permanent mark, that’s ice cold in the day and burns in the dark

And makes you never wanna see her face again

Tee-hee, what a place I’m in

Lead me to the station

A one-way ticket, don’t look back

One cold tear that froze and cracked

A whole lot of pain I’m holdin’ back

Chav said, “Eff that, roll the sack”

I said, “If my skull was cracked

And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac

That could not match me where I’m at”

My memories flash me there and back

Yup there goes me right there in black

Holdin’ hands, not starin’ back

She starts cryin’ I start denying, it’s my fault

And I’m aware of that

Man, in hindsight signs be glarin’ back

Where’s the map to show you where you’re at?

I can hear the crowd yelling, I can smell the tire smoke

I can hear the starter pistol where’s the track?

Ring no answer came home late

Jane told Dick she had a date

But they was just chillin’ and at that moment

The right brain says to the left just kill em

Make the headlines, make the front page

Wild out in the court house man thrill ’em

They’ll say, “The boy dead wrong,” but I feel him