Fall Out

It never occurs to me

To ask anybody what I'm doing here

(It never) It never occurs to me

To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here

(Four, five, six seven, eight nine ten, eleven twelve)

I know you're purely Marxist

Your philosophy's so cool

With your tranquillisers, valium and gin

You talk of euthanasia

Your breakdown was so cool

Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?

This cult of positivity, once again, yeah

But I didn't think about the fall out

Fall out

This cult of positivity, once again, yeah

But I didn't think about the fall out

Fall out