Under the weight of a broken noseIt's not that simple but he won't seem to noticeThere must be more to thisSo leave those sinker states andLet's book a holidayWe're painting all the counties in blue'Cause we're already boringAnd we're already hoardingWhat else have we got left to accrue?And the ramblers will say:It's got a marvelous viewBut we don't know how many lives it took, noThey'll never know what you knewAnd we're so calm but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)And we're so calm but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)And we're so calm but we're (fucking scared, fucking scared)And we're so calm but we're fucking scared of people like youUnder the weight of some SertralineA couple Prozacs and now I'm pumping dopamineThere must be more to thisWe've got a country house nowOld dog has been put down nowIt's nice to be your entryCustom licence plateOn our Audi R8How many grocers does one county need?And the ramblers will say:It's still a marvellous viewBut the treadmill still loopsYour hedonic misuseSo come on, one and all to see the apathyThe rings of graced dead souls that fill the tapestryI look to all of you and see a different fucking speciesAspiration for a different destination to meAcross the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for The FallWould do something, if it wasn't also half my fault'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at The FallAnd when you've reached the top there's nowhere else to go but-*exhale*
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