When you’re brushing your teeth what do you see? Washed up, spat out, idiocy Your wife’s writing letters to men from her teens Your children are burning the bible When you’re tying your shoe how do you feel? The pay roll makes up for the fact that you’re ill And sick of the sight of your pavement grey suit And the view from the office box window Just go back to bed if you feel like it The merry go round will wake you up again Don’t cry we’ll all burn to dust in the end The merry go round will bring us back again When she’s waiting at home fast asleep Dreaming of promises that you could never keep And the smell of a perfume, one that’s not hers A life full of lies but things could be worse Washed up, spat out, there’s alot like you Cheap thrills, late nights, do you realise That millions of children are burning their bibles You’re the example What an example