Leaning strongly towards Blur and Radiohead, this is a bleak, but mellow tale of the head towards destruction.
I'm really not sure. My head just has strange thoughts sometimes.
God is speaking through the headphones
Talking to me through the noise
Says that I can have the women,
And you can have the boys.
I'll phone the lawyers in the morning
And we'll see what they can do.
But don't you get your hopes up, darling,
'cos there's one for me, and one for you.
One for me, and one for you. (x2)
You might want to leave your shoes on
'cos there's something on the floor.
Saw it growing there this morning,
Says tomorrow he'll be more.
If you'll follow to the cellar,
Where the sunlight can't intrude,
We can subdivide our merchandise.
One for me, and one for you.
One for me, and one for you. (x2)
I know you think you're ugly,
But I feel ugly too.
Let's do it for the money,
One for me and one for you.