We are undergoing treatment Watching others in the news Studying our worst reviews They say we'll get over it Disappear like dinosaurs To the sound of sole applause Designed to make us special
If you see me walking in the garden Don't ever ask me for an autograph If you ever catch me in the arcade Don't even stop me for a photograph
We are undergoing treatment Till our ethic fits the scene Layed out in q magazine They crave our conformity Mediocre to the bone Terrified testosterone
But why do we still face the music If you see me walking in the garden Don't ever ask me..
Now and then you get the strangest notion That there's something missing But it keeps you guessing Wild ambition can you really blame us? Can you entertain us? Can you give a little more?
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We are undergoing treatment Will the doctors ever cure These delusions of grandeur?
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