La Song 
Supergrass 
Well they lead us from [bad word] of fables,
And we drink ourselves right under the tables,
Push a needle into yesterday's papers
Then they tell us that they love us and hate us 
Deliver us from feelings of hatred
You know, it's going to kill us sooner or later
Lead us from [bad word] of fables
As they're climbing up the towers of Babel

You've got to get inside and feel love

Well they lead us from [bad word] of fables,
See inside ourselves and what we are made of,
 [bad word] along and stick on the labels
And do the dance of the cash potato
They're kindest when they tell us they hate us
Because we're super fragilistically aimless
Well they lead us from [bad word] of fables,
And the goddess of Assyrian angels.

You've got to get inside and feel love