Blasphemy

The Egyptians built their pyramids

The Romans did what they did

Now everything’s come down to this

It’s just you and I, our kid!!!

We could send a million to the moon

But why can’t I get on with you?

Cellophane around my mouth

Stops the anger sipping out

Our deaf and dumb dinners

Gravy in the mud

No singles, just fillers

Sometimes I wish I could

But I can’t behave

I know it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately,

Internally

Don’t turn to me,

Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon

You could learn a useful lesson

What’s so great about the Great Depression

Is it a blast for you?

‘Cause it‘s blasphemy

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline

You can’t really mean what you mean

When you say what you say

So tourettes make them come out that way,

Wish I was here well I wish you weren’t

Your gift of anger’s better burnt

If nothing’s said then nothing’s learnt

I though I wasn’t but I’m really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners,

There’s gravy in the mud

And I can’t behave

No, it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately,

Internally

Don’t turn to me

Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon

We could learn a useful lesson

What’s so great about the Great Depression

Was it a blast for you,

Blasphemy

A great adventure Christmas in the snow

Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go

I can't behave

I know it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately,

Internally

So turn to me

Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon

We could learn a useful lesson

In a greatness great depression

It’s not a blast for me,

It’s blasphemy