The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everythings come down to this
Its just you and I, our kid!!!
We could send a million to the moon
But why cant I get on with you?
Cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger sipping out
Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles, just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could
But I cant behave
I know its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
Internally
Dont turn to me,
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lesson
Whats so great about the Great Depression?
Is it a blast for you?
Cos its blasphemy
Words cut like a knife through Vaseline
You cant really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
Tourettes make them come out that way,
Wish I was here well I wish you werent
Your gift of angers better burnt
If nothings said then nothings learnt
I thought I wasnt but Im really hurting
Our deaf and dumb dinners,
Theres gravy in the mud
And I cant behave
No, its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
Internally
Dont turn to me
And Ill bite my tongue, the torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson
Whats so great about the Great Depression
Was it a blast for you,
Blasphemy
A great adventure Christmas in the snow
Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go
I cant behave
I know its not the heathen in me
Its just that Ive been bleeding lately,
Internally
So turn to me
Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
In a greatness great depression
Its not a blast for me,
Its blasphemy