On October 11, 2005 Thom posted the lyrics to an unreleased song, “Rubbernecks”:
their dotting all the tees
and crossing their eyes
welcome to the future
it opened up my eyes
its creeping up the car park
its coming up the drive
rubbernecks with cameras
petrol and bonfires(heres the loud bit)we need to keep away the rubbernecks
we need to keep away the rubbernecks
me me my my
Gustave Flaubert defined “Rubbernecks” in his Dictionary of Accepted Ideas: “RUBBERNECKS. All Parisians are. But nine out of ten Parisians are from the provinces. In Paris, everybody gorms, nobody works.”