{Food processors are great} It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground And a nervous
A fervored image of another world Is nothing in particular now And everyone is a clever clone [Incomprehensible] And everyone is a clever clone A chrome
feel this strange can I go through this again? When I feel this strange can I go through this again? It's a sorry state you're getting in The same excuse is
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money
ho ho Wish away, wish away I don't mind (Ooh) I don't mind at all (Ooh, ooh) I love only you Dara dara do Dara dara do Here is here and I am here, where
In a sense of self in decline Growing fat on sound It's only an early morning dream And the whole world will be alright (Ooh ooh ooh hoo) My head is
Air cushioned soles I bought them on the ports of Bello Road on a Saturday I stop and stare awhile A common pastime when conversation goes astray And
I think too much On things I want too much It makes me hateful And I say stupid things Only you can fill my blank heart And I'm resigned to that I wish
Wash with new soap Behind the collar Keeps a clean mental state Don`t usually bother in cold weather But still I`m getting into work late And I don`t
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine Kazoo, kazoo every time Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Turn it up, turn it off, turn it in Anyway you choose Anyway you
colorful, but it washes you out Here is my violence and here is the excuse I learnt it all but only second hand Falling into walls, well what is it with
gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your
with heavy breathing Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs Meandering through this and that you are suspected vagueness When work is
pleased with himself He's so pleased with himself, ahh While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic He's an immaculate dresser, he's your common aggressor Colin's the modern
dresser, he's the common aggressor he's a modern retard with a love of bomblast keeps his eye on the news never dwells on the past chorus he's a modern
: Air cushioned soles, i bought them on the portobello road on saturday i stop and stare a while, a common pastime when conversation goes astray but
half way home i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground and a nervous disposition does'nt agree with this i need something to remind me that there is
together the family around the table to eat enough to sleep and mother's pride is you epithet, that extra slice you will soon regret so going out is your
