Overhead's a tube showing off my lines
And I'm weighting down a chair, reading the signs
Horizontal blinds just dilute in bits
So you paint your own picture on metallic slits

As they walk around behind them, I will always remember
That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
Although I have to tell myself to always remember
That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember

There is no cure for [bad word] cold so don't expect a cure for cancer

At least you can appreciate the humour in it
We'll jump feet first, holding charts is [bad word] 
In [bad word] we've not advanced too much
Progress [bad word] 

But there's something in the harshness that I want to remember
That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
Even though I must remind myself to always remember
That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember

There is no cure for [bad word] cold so don't expect a cure for cancer