Does it feel like religion does it crush your old ideas? well fold me in paper i've got some here
and show me the warrant to which i will attest put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
the light through he windows casts doubt on the mermaids and they sing at the bottom of the sea
you've run out of business in light of what you want you've come wielding plastic and gone straight to the front you've rejigged and counted, it a mountain not too much i'll give you my credence if that’s not enough
the light through he window casts down on the mermaids and they sink to the bottom of the sea
you're reading the letters that no-one ever wrote i'm moving through something i travel in hope so read me the warrant, to which i will attest put me in handcuffs ill give it a rest
the light through he window casts down on the mermaids and they sing at the bottom of the sea