Richard Ashcroft

Sweet brother malcolm, he's under house arrest,
Its the talk of the town, who'd of thought it of him?
Sweet cousin mary, no blood in her veins,
She had so much, now nothing remains.
When it all comes crashing down,
And the press move in to town,
Bring all floral words wrapped in sellophane.
Sweet little tony, where'd it all go wrong ?
He hit the wall, singing his favourite song
When it all comes crashing down,