The means to an end

The sinful distress

Writing down meaningless words

Vaguely off hand

So the rest of the band

Can learn from the bees and the birds

Concentrate business man you,

You haven't got long

Planets are ruling your hearts

Stilletos and thighs may be burning your eyes

But it keeps you from falling apart



Heavy but generalised

Sordid and wet

Someone advised me to die

Blowing your mind

'cause you know what you'll find

When you're looking for things in the sky

Under the influence

Rotting our nerves

Cutting us off at the mains

Nearing the end with your grandmother's friend

It's something to do when it rains

It's something to do when it rains

It's something to do when it rains


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