The means to an end
A sinful distress writing down meaningless words
Vaguley off hand
So the rest of the band
Can learn from the bees and the birds
Concentrate business man you... You haven't got long
Planets are ruling your heart
Stilletos and thighs may be burning your eyes
But it keeps you from falling apart
Heasvy but generalised
Sordid and wet
Someone advised me to die
Blowing your mind
Cause you know what you'll find
When you're looking for things in the sky
Under the influence
Rotting our nerves
Cutting us off at the mains
Nearing the end is your grandmother's friend
Something to do when it rains
Something to do when it rains
Something to do when it rains
