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 kin!!! We could send a million to the moon But why can�t I get on with you? 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 You could learn a useful lesson What�s so great about the Great Depression Is it a blast for you? Blasphemy Words cut like a knife throughVaseline You can�t really mean what you mean When you say what you say So 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 then nothing�s learnt I though 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 Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson What�s so great about the Great Depression Was it a blast for you, Blasphemy A 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 Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson In a greatness great depression It�s not a blast for me, It�s blasphemy [Thanks to Anne for these lyrics] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com