Separation, isolation
The only way to breathe the city air
Philosophisin', no compromising
No need to be here
If you want to be there
So get out, get outa my pagoda
Fee fi fo foetal
I smell the blood of the English people
Humanity on the loose
Fee fi fo fumble
Run, run, don't stumble
I got energised by misuse
So get out, get outa my pagoda
