I'm not a farmer

I do grow grass

A trick religion

In a mask

I'm full of aching

And wired bones

I can't see the substance

An empty gnome

Another victory

Another plaint

Another mad night

In this estate

Can't see the shoreline

From on this boat

You're living brightly

Switch the remote

And I'm not glad of what I used to know

And I'm not glad of what I used to show at all again

And I'm alone again

But used to it all my friend

All the harm

I'm used to it all again

Used to it all my friend

All the harm

I'm used to it all again

Used to it all my friend

All the harm

I'm used to it all again

Used to it all my friend

All the harm

I'm used to it all again

I'm used to it all again

All the harm