Elaborate plans to bury my friends

For me it depends on the ladder of chance

It's out of the bag, they're selling the band

A matter I can't have that on my hands

I sit in the road, and play along

Waiting on my soul to bang a gong

Tried it and I didn't like it

But said I wanted more

Where were you when I'd finished hiding

And crept out from the door

They tell me: Relax and tighten the straps

You won't be set free, your mind is attached

They tell me: Glad you don't have a dad

You got everything you could ever ask

I sit in the road and play along

Waiting on my soul to bang a gong

I sit in the road, and play along

Waiting on my soul to bang a gong

Tried it and I didn't like it

But said I wanted more

Where were you when I'd finished hiding

And crept out from the door

Where were you when I'd given up?

To comfort me with titty love

Horny on the city bus

Your body really trips me up

Elaborate plans to bury my friends

For me it depends on the ladder of chance

It's out of the bag, they're selling the band

A matter I can't have that on my hands

I sit in the road, and play along

Waiting on my soul to bang a gong

I sit in the road, and play along

Waiting on my soul to bang a gong