The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

Ain’t it great this great depression
It’s not a blast for me,
It’s blasphemy