The Egyptians built their pyramids The Romans did what they did Now everything’s come down to this It’s just you and I our kid We could send a million to the moon But why can’t I get on with you With cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger seeping out
Our deaf and dumb dinners Gravy in the mud No singles just fillers Sometimes I wish I could But
I can’t behave I know it’s not the heathen in me It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately Internally Don’t turn to me bite your tongue, the torrid weapon You could learn a useful lesson
What’s so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? ‘Cause it’s blasphemy
Words cut like a knife through Vaseline You can’t 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 weren’t Your gift of anger’s better burnt If nothing’s said and nothing’s learnt I thought I wasn’t but I’m really hurting
Our deaf and dumb dinners There’s gravy in the mud And
I can’t behave No it’s not the heathen in me It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately Internally Don’t turn to me And I’ll bide my tongue, the torrid weapon I could learn a useful lesson
What’s so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? Blasphemy Our great adventure Christmas in the snow Senile dementia maybe What a way to go
I can’t behave I know it’s not the heathen in me It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately Internally, so turn to me But bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson
Ain’t it great this great depression It’s not a blast for me, It’s blasphemy