Suave And Suffocated Lyrics - Ned's Atomic Dustbin

I waste nobody's time but my own 

Well, it's mine to waste so let it go 

My childhood inspection is my record collection 

And sometimes I need to feel grown 

You've got your head up your ass 

To keep yourself covered, you trip up the past 

Trip over your mother, how come? 

How come I think you're capable? 

That's bad enough 

I need a kick up the ass 

To stop feeling smothered 

Look up at the past 

Look down to discover 

How come? 

My childhood obsession 

Is my record collection 

So what makes us so squeaky clean? 

If we're food for worms that's not my scene