Blasphemy

The Egyptians built their pyramids, the Romans did what they did

Now everything's come down to this, it's just you and I, oh kid

we could send a million to the moon but why can't I get on with you

The cellophane around my mouth stops the anger sipping 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, we could learn a useful lesson

What's so great about the Great depression

Is 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 men 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 then 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

So turn to me but bite your tongue, the torrid weapon

You could learn a useful lesson

What's so great about the Great depression

Is it a blast for you? cause it's blasphemy



Our great adventure, Christmas in the snow

Senile dementia,

baby, what a way to go



I won't behave

No 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, the 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