[Verse 1]:

The sheep’s bleating again, fetch the abattoir

The creeps speaking again, fetch the man a scar

Fetch the spinning blades, fetch the bag of tar

Fuck it, just fetch Death from the lackers yard

And tell him there’s a breh in a tin zoo

Living in the dim-blue dinge of his igloo

Clinging to the frostbitten fingers he slipped through

Loose lips, licking at a picture a kid drew

This tubes channeling the hidden fee

Isn’t cheap, isn’t freedom and isn’t me

It’s a leech in the beak of infinity

Rеaping the sweetness, a fleeting epiphany

Flеa-bitten symmetry, muff mitten contrast

Bonsoir, see you at the docks where the swamps are

What star? Did you say something?

Brain crushing, watch out, the caves coming…

[Chorus]:

Is this me? Is this what we’ve become?

Will this sea of sick stop when I’m stung?

Am I lost? Am I dumb? Am I still the same person?

Or are there other grim songs to be sung, like

Is this me? Is this what we became?

With this sea of sick clogged in my drain?

Am I lost? Am I sane? Am I still the same person?

Or is some other cunt lodged in my brain?

[Verse 2]:

Did you slip from a wooden rung, sugar plum, looking dumb loving it Cooking up trouble with an oven mitt

Cup of spit fillings, something in the water's got a rubber fish picking at another spring chicken

Button lips grinning, bright lights, big city

Wide eyes, hype, hype, spit gritty

Night night, Miss Piggy, daybreak ain’t made of space age equipment

Same same, but different

Vacate the system, play taint-the-vixen

And fade out… fade out

It’s a traipse now, lay down, stand up, scream about it

"Bruv, is that a bush, can we beat around it?

Is that you for the evening?

The Hoover’s are creeping, a suitable reason

To shoot at the ceiling, the future’s congealing

Revealing the truth in a mutant retreating…

[Outro]:

I’ve been on the search for a feeble excuse

It’s late night and the demons are loose… (we stay clucking)

Cuz I’ve never been a stranger to cerebral abuse

It’s late night, come, we leap from the roof… (but say nothing)

So watch me take a piece of my youth

And tear it up like a beat in the booth… (it’s brain crushing)

And you can say I’m being obtuse

It’s fair enough, I’m just speaking the truth… (the caves coming)