It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here
(And it never)
It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here
I know you're purely Marxist
Your philosophy's so cool
With your tranquillizers, Valium and gin
And you talk of euthanasia
And your breakdown was so cool
Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
This cult of positivity once again
Yeah, but I didn't think about the fall out, fall out