Wireless tells us all, looks like there's a war. Both of us been through this before, dear. Put on our gas masks and pray, dear. But at least we've got each other.
On top of the hour. (Compulsive my behavior). I see my life through sky news. (Keeping things in order). Keep on watching things unfolding. On my wide screen set.
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow. Is no uncarved block at hand. Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha. There's a shotgun in his hand. .
Call the repair man. And he'll sort you out. With his bag of tricks. (Bag of tricks). . He said, "I am repair man. Won't you take a bow. Come on give me space.
Stop, you're looking miserable. Can't be bothered gettin' up today. My future's looking positive. No one even picked on me today. . So you tested negative.
Day one, concentrate my energy. My victim's loser personality. Explain what it is that turns me on. Keep a wall to strip my little piggies on. . Keeping control while indulging in duality.
Feed this insect inside me. Watch my time dripping off from the walls. This silence and stillness. Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn. . Sympathy leaves in the cold.
I'm not getting sleep at night. My insomnia's a pain. Problems I create myself. I drag here from the day. . Harsh words, I keep them to myself. Hearing my problems, serves to destroy.
I traveled from Dublin. You said you'd change the world. You sing like Sinatra, always. . You've pulled 'em for miles now. Like Garbo in Berlin. You played 'em for zeros, just like always.
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.
These monkey faces are laughing at me, I'm easy. I'm one of life's rejections anyway, yeah. I wanted to be beautiful. . My big decisions all go with the flow, I'm easy.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning. The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning.
So what do I believe in. I walked away from a million gods. To keep me safe from dying. . I'm sure I've been here once before. I'm sure I've been here once before.