Blasphemy

(álbum: Reality Killed The Video Star - 2009)

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...

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 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...

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