Things to say

Is it not of any significance,
That you've sold your soul to the loony bin?
Cos its got the whole world,
Dribbling at the chin.

Your tie's too short, what a novelty.
These dyslexic accountants on ecstasy,
They must come from London,
There's talk of redundancies.

If you want, I'll spare you a pointless view.
Things look grey,
And we all look like we're ready to cry to death.

I seem to forget what's important,
When I am tempted by junk food, and lying in.
I wake up at midday, and my face is bleeding again.

If you want, I'll spare you a pointless view.
Things look grey,
And we all look like we're ready to cry to death.

You'll be stocking up on cigarettes,
Till there's a nuclear warhead in your neck,
And your dreams will get quite frightening,
When both your lungs are tightening.

If you want, I'll spare you a pointless view.
Things look grey,
And we all look like we're ready to cry to death.