“Further Complications."

In the beginning there was nothing

To be honest, that suited me just fine

I was three weeks late coming out of the womb

In no great rush to join the rest of mankind

Where there were further complications

Further complications in store, yeah

I was not born in wartime

I was not born in pain or poverty

I need an addiction, I need an affliction

To cultivate a personality

I need some further complications

Further complications in store, yeah

Your life is just a carrier bag

The enemy without has moved in somewhere else

If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself?

Go fight your battles, go to a disco

You wanna suffer? Go to a rock show

Do you follow me?

(Follow me)

Then follow me

(Follow me)

Do you follow me?

(Follow me)

Then follow me

Follow me to further complications, that's right

Further complications in store, yeah

Your life is just a carrier bag

Overfill it and the straps will snap

I used to think that people all chose the lives they led

But so many different choices that you've got to make instead

Don't write a novel, a shopping list is better

It's a complicated boogie and I don't know any better, baby

Further complications

Further complications in store, yeah

Your life is just a carrier bag

Overfill it and the straps will snap

Further complications

Further complications

Do you follow me?