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The Egyptians built their pyramids The Romans did what they did Now everything's come down to this It's just you and I, our kin!!! We could send a million to the moon But why can't I get on with you? Cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger sipping out Our deaf and dumb dinners Gravy in the mud No singles, just fillers Sometimes I wish I could But I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately, Internally Don't turn to me, Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon You could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the Great Depression Is it a blast for you? Blasphemy Songtexte Words cut like a knife through Vaseline You can't really mean what you mean When you say what you say So tourettes make them come out that way, Wish I was here well I wish you weren't Your gift of anger's better burnt If nothing's said then nothing's learnt I though I wasn't but I'm really hurting Our deaf and dumb dinners, There's gravy in the mud And I can't behave No, it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately, Internally Don't turn to me Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the Great Depression Was it a blast for you, Blasphemy A great adventure Christmas in the snow Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately, Internally So turn to me Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson In a greatness great depression It's not a blast for me, It's blasphemy Aus Songtexte Mania