It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here (it never) It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here (...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
I know you're purely Marxist Your philosophy's so cool With your tranquillisers, vallium and gin You talk of euthanasia And your breakdown was so cool Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
This cult of positivity once again Yeah, but I didn't think About the fall out Fall out