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? Cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger sipping 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? Is it a blast for you? 'Cos it's blasphemy
Words cut like a knife through Vaseline You can’t really mean what you mean When you say what you say Tourette's 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 then 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 bite 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
A 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 Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson In a greatness great depression It’s not a blast for me, It’s blasphemy
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