You feel the knife stuck in your back

You feel it twist and you hear it crack

Can't make a sound for the sudden pain

You wish your blood were Novocaine



You see the smoke and you feel the flak

You're burning up and you're turning black

They say you fell and you hit your head

Your other bun is Whitenbread



Vicious rumours, paranoic fears

Sonic boomers ringing in your ears

All of this is getting normal now

You'll never go back to your farming plough

Vicious rumours



You're right at home back at William's flat

You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat

Your hands are shaking, everybody sees

And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees



You return into a foreign night

Inside you know something is just not right

Sometimes you duck when you see your pet

Canary turned into a Sabre jet



Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy

Swelling tumor pushing on your eye

And now you know why all the headaches come

And why you're getting progressively numb

Vicious rumours



I've been denied, debriefed, detuned

Sometimes I howl right at the moon

My family treats me gradually

They know my volatility



Vicious rumours, paranoic fears

Sonic boomers ringing in your ears

And now I know why all the headaches come

And why you're getting progressively numb

Vicious rumours



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Who do you think we are

Who do you think we are

Who do you think we are

Who do you think we are

Who do you think we are

We don't care

We don't care