The egyptians 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,
Chorus:
i can't behave.
I know its 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 its 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...
Chorus:
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 adventures.
christmas, in the snow.
senile dementia maybe,
what a way, to go.
Chorus:
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
Ain't it great this great depression?
It's not a blast for me
It's blasphemy