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Yeah. Yeah. Check it. My pen's a flame thrower My eyes glazed over Why am I chain smoking? Who needs Beethoven? Who should I take a pop at? Call me Jake LaMotta I'm a crossbreed of Chopper Reid and Ray Liotta Planet Hotmail, crash like Roswell This is planet hostile, its Lee Harvey Osworld I see scared people because I see no fair leaders I see dead people because I see shared needles Its all liposuction. It's all thigh reduction It's all filofaxes and nice bible bashing Let the fat kids try it, it's called the Atkins Diet And all this advertising's kind of patronising Wrapped in Klein and polo sport But the truth stays quieter than a coma ward I keep on seeing Bill Hick's ghost; he says world war four will be fought with sticks and stones Wondering Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Wondering Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Must be my greatest triumph My face lit up by the lightning as I watch all the ravens fly off. In my grave I turn, but what did I die of? Next to the flowers propped up it's my biog It took a lot to compile So have a read and see, it's all there is chronological file. Rocks fall from the skies We chant war cries As dance round the fire like lord of the flies They think you need a shrink to relate But all you need is the strength to throw a sink through the wall and escape Why place a gun up to my head and end all of it? When I can turn water into wine and then walk on it Germ warfare we've been warned of it Soon kids will take packed lunches and gas masks to school with them But shit, surely someone should sue someone Holy jihads, batman someone should do something Wondering Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be Wondering Is this there all there is Since I was, since I began to be
Writer(s): Andrew Vowles, Nellee Hooper, Grantley Marshall, Robert Del Naja, Daniel Coop, James Rushent, Vivien Goldman, Nicolette Suwoton, Coles Child Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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