The Great British Night Out

There's a freak compulsion for creatures like me to birth a piece of work way way different from the last. So here it is you creeps! It's got a forked tongue and silver lips and its spitting glitter like a mother. WHO ::: Who? What kind of a song name is that? BRACE YOURSELF ::: You should. Watch the skies, boys! There are some dock off asteroids whizzing around up there..And we're more vulnerable than you think. Those things would shrink us in a blink of an eye. .22 CALIBER BLUES ::: Calibre if you're a yank. Part 1 of 2. Gotta make something outta nothing down in Tulsa, where the sticky rib hyenas roam the car bonnets. NECROPOLIS ::: You betcha. Part 2 of 2.