Yeah
Yeah
Check it My pen’s a flame thrower
My eyes glazed over
Why am I chain smoking?
Who needs Beethoven?
Who should I take a pop at?
Call me Jake LaMotta
I’m a crossbreed of Chopper Reid and Ray Liotta
Planet Hotmail, crash like Roswell
This is planet hostile, its Lee Harvey Osworld
I see scared people because I see no fair leaders
I see dead people because I see shared needles
Its all liposuction. It’s all thigh reduction
It’s all filofaxes and nice bible bashing
Let the fat kids try it, it’s called the Atkins Diet
And all this advertising’s kind of patronising
Wrapped in Klein and polo sport
But the truth stays quieter than a coma ward
I keep on seeing Bill Hick’s ghost; he says world war four will be fought with
sticks and stones
Wondering
Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Wondering
Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Must be my greatest triumph
My face lit up by the lightning as I watch all the ravens fly off
In my grave I turn, but what did I die of?
Next to the flowers propped up it’s my biog
It took a lot to compile
So have a read and see, it’s all there is chronological file
Rocks fall from the skies
We chant war cries
As dance round the fire like lord of the flies
They think you need a shrink to relate
But all you need is the strength to throw a sink through the wall and escape
Why place a gun up to my head and end all of it?
When I can turn water into wine and then walk on it Germ warfare we’ve been warned of it Soon kids will take packed lunches and gas masks to school with them
But shit, surely someone should sue someone
Holy jihads, batman someone should do something
Wondering
Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Wondering
Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be