The means to an end The sinful distress Writing down meaningless words Vaguely 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 hearts Stilletos and thighs may be burning your eyes But it keeps you from falling apart
Heavy 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 with your grandmother's friend It's something to do when it rains It's something to do when it rains It's something to do when it rains
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