Pulp
Pulp ☆ Like a Friend
Don’t bother saying sorryWhy don’t you come in?Smoke all my cigarettes – again.Everytime I get…
Pulp ☆ Mis-Shapes
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh oh, we don’t look…
Pulp ☆ Underwear
Why don’t you shut the door, and close the curtains, cos you’re not going anywhere….