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?
The cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger seeping outOur 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 blasphemyWords 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,
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?
BlasphemyOur great adventure,
Christmas in the snow,
Senile dementia maybe,
What way to goI 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
Ain't it great this great depression?
It's not a blast for me
It's blasphemy
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