Making mountains.
Finding mole hills to build them on.
You hate the clock;
You blame it when the day begins again.
Making negligence.
Finding accidents to base it on.
You’ll chase the bus,
As long as someone else gets dragged along.
Well, you can stand; or you can fall flat on your face.
and you can smile; or have a little meltdown.
Do feel the rest of us make judgements on the fly?
Gloating with our self-obsessed, irreverent, savage lies?
or are we excellently planning your demise...
Making maladies.
Finding vagaries to build them on.
You’ll invent the war,
So long as there’s a battle to be lost.
Making Miracles
Finding coincidence to base them on.
You’ll find the blood,
You’ll cut it from your own hand, so it's done.
Well, you can stand; or you can fall flat on your face.
and you can smile; or have a little meltdown
Do feel the rest of us make judgements on the fly?
Gloating with our self-obsessed, irreverent, savage lies?
or are we excellently planning your demise...
Bending backwards; Giving your last cent.
Sacrificing all you have, of safe reserves in your head.
And what’s all this for? Are we just here, taking sides.
Just as long we’re taking yours, for a cause...
Making Guilt trips
Finding holidays to build them on
You’ll milk the fun
Making sure that no-one gets a share.
Making relevance
Finding someone else to build it on.
You like the spot
As long as we all relish in the con.
Well, you can stand; or you can fall flat on your face.
and you can smile; or have a little meltdown
Do feel the rest of us make judgements on the fly?
Gloating with our self-obsessed, irreverent, savage lies?
or are we excellently planning your demise...
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Lyrics by John Berry