The Egypts built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything?s come down to this
It?s just you and I our kid
We could send a million to the moon
But why can?t I get on with you
With cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger seeping out
Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could
But
I can?t behave
I know it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately
Internally
Don?t turn to me
bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lesson
What?s so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
?Cause it?s blasphemy
Words cut like a knife through Vaseline
You can?t really mean, what you mean
When you say what you say
Tourettes make them come out that way
Wish I was here well I wish you weren?t
Your gift of anger?s better burnt
If nothing?s said and nothing?s learnt
I thought I wasn?t but I?m really hurting
Our deaf and dumb dinners
There?s gravy in the mud
And
I can?t behave
No it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately
Internally
Don?t turn to me
And I?ll bide my tongue, the torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson
What?s so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
Blasphemy
Our great adventure
Christmas in the snow
Senile dementia maybe
What a way to go
I can?t behave
I know it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately
Internally, so turn to me
But bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comAin?t it great this great depression
It?s not a blast for me
It?s blasphemy