Sick of the sight Every object touched before Possessed Depressed I shouldn't have to call you I've got the key to your door I'll take a look inside
I lie You lie You lie You lie You cry You cry You cry You cry
Oh, I'll talk to your mother I'll will smile at your father who is sleeping on his feet Waiting for an accident I'll take you on the table I will creep into your garden But I'm standing on the pavement walking round and round and round and round and...
Lie You lie You lie You lie You lie You cry You cry You cry
Took you six years to achieve this state Hopelessly staring at your fate Well, it's all too clear It's all too bare Well, you fell in love with something that isn't there And you see your father lying on the floor in a hopeless state you can't ignore And you mother's weighted down with the drinks she's tried Got 16 years hanging on her side You walk into the air and you shut the door And there's no use in crying, you can do no more And you put yourself in an airless flat You think it might be a place to hide You read somewhere it's been done before By someone in 1964 And you can't escape the blood and shit You can't escape, you're stuck with it
Then again it might just die away Oh, then again it might just die away Then again it might just die away Die away Die