歌手:Robbie Williams
专辑:《Reality Killed The Video Star》

作词 : Williams Chambers
作曲 : Williams Chambers
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 throughVaseline
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
I 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