I jumped in the river and what did I see?. Black-eyed angels swam with me. A moon full of stars and astral cars. All the things I used to see. All my lovers were there with me.
I wrapped you inside my coat. When they came to firebomb the house. I didn't feel pain, 'cause no one can touch me. Now that I'm held in your spell. .
Oh no, pop is dead. Long live pop. It died an ugly death. By back catalogue. . And know you know it gets you nowhere. And now you know you realise. . Oh no, pop is dead.
The easiest way to sleep at night. Is to carry on believing. That I don't exist. . The easiest way to sell your soul. Is to carry on believing. That we don't exist.
Blow into this paperbag. Go home, stop grinning at everyone. Blow into this paperbag. Go home, stop grinning at everyone. . It was nice when it lasted, but now it's gone.