You say you don’t like it when I watch you sleep But it’s not just you – I like to watch everybody sleep I like the way that their eyes close and their muscles go slack I like the way their jaws fall open when their heads roll back I like the way that it’s impossible to believe That anybody could be evil when they sleep Even if they’re some kind of genocidal genius when they’re awake Even if they’re some kind of axe-wielding murderer when they’re awake And the sunshine and the daisies make me smile Even as we speak a national dictator Who owns the finger that has pushed the button That has dropped the bomb on thousands of innocent civilians Is lying tucked up in a warm bed and for eight hours at least There is a good chance he will not hurt anybody Even as we speak the CEO of an international corporation Who has made millions of dollars By selling poisoned milk to third-world babies Is lying in the foetal position because it’s nap time And for three hours or so He probably won’t do anyone any harm And the sunshine and the daisies make me smile We will stick together just like flesh and skin Cos you’re pretty like a flower but inside you there’s nothing And as for me I’m full of it and I’m uglier than sin Let’s start something we can’t be arsed to finish And the sunshine and the daisies make me smile

The world is a bus It’s careening off a cliff I’m licking the windows With my crash helmet on The world is a classroom I’m running with scissors With a blatant disregard For all the health and safety laws Everybody said you were desperate to fail The world is a vampire I’m fresh outta steak Watching reruns of Buffy While the fiends pound down the gate The world is a riddle Everybody wants to solve I’m chewing my pencil and I’m trying to look vacant Everybody said you were desperate to fail Cos it’s true you make more friends when you fail It’s true you make more friends when you fail And we all relate to a loser Cos the bottom’s somewhere where we’ve all been So come on baby, impress everybody and fail The world’s an illusion I’m completely fooled Into thinking the things I actually see Are actually there The world is a stage The people merely players I’m playing with myself I hope nobody’s watching Everybody said you were desperate to fail Cos it’s true you make more friends when you fail It’s true you make more friends when you fail And we all relate to a loser Cos the bottom’s somewhere where we’ve all been So come on baby, impress everybody and fail Under the perfect sun Of a perfect day All of our best-laid plans Gang perfectly agley They drove the scientist mad He’s out there cutting his thumbs Why is it being so smart Makes you so fucking dumb Under the perfect sun Under the perfect sun Under the perfect sun Under the perfect It’s true you make more friends when you fail It’s true you make more friends when you fail And we all relate to a loser Cos the bottom’s somewhere where we’ve all been So come on baby, impress everybody and

It’s a long, long ride from my house to work And the fates lie in wait, yeah they lurk around each corner At each intersection apocalypse beckons With nasty metal claws And they screech and skirl and snarl and snap Hear the hiss of the valves on the victory lap And I can’t help but hunch up my shoulders and wait For the crunch of their impact They’re gonna run me down Like they run down the chick from the Stereolab Run down the trees and the seas and the skies Until all the oil runs dry In a factory not far away There’s a foreign guy working for minimum wage Making weapons to keep gasoline prices cheap So some fuck can afford to run me over And he’ll never know the part he played in my demise They’re gonna run me down Like they run down the chick from the Stereolab Run down the trees and the seas and the skies Until all the oil runs dry They’re gonna run me down And I will fall like a domino struck by a domino Fall like all those who will follow will fall Till there’s no one left alive They’re gonna run me down Like they run down the chick from the Stereolab Run down the trees and the seas and the skies Until all the oil runs dry They’re gonna run me down And I will fall like a domino struck by a domino Fall like all those who will follow will fall Till there’s no one left alive

Wanted to join the life of my nation but I failed the personality test Melancholic cholerics licking the wriggling fists of the compulsorily obsessed Checking all the boxes and hoping the responses are the ones you were expecting Allowing for you anticipating my tendency to second-guess Gather all the applicants and inundate them with jargon Having all the useless paper sure pushes a sane man to arson The use of which adjective is a bit of an assumption really (That’s the mother of all fuckups) Really? (That’s the mother of all fuckups) I’m making an ass out of u and me right now Right now Right? Now it’d be easy to write off the fascist bearded fool that I’m faced with As a tic brought on by the kind of trauma Jung would’ve had a field day with (Recognise) I’m not like all the other guys I’m not like all the other guys, I’m one in a jillion I just haven’t worked out yet exactly how I differ If I could (If I could) If I could (If I could) If I could I would surrender or mend a tender fender bender Rent in two or dismembered Wending through a bent December no one cares to remember Movin’ and you’re groovin’ and you fake and you shake With a fever that is thinly disguised But when your formulae delay you and your vertebrae break You shouldn’t make like you’re so surprised Your head’s fulla herb in the depths of the suburbs And you wonder why the blood’s shot your eyes But when the bad bad people make you mad, man We will flee town under the cool moonrise We are making music for geeks to dance to White computers have no rhythm, white keys have no soul This one goes out to the vulnerably housed The questionably employed The otherwise occupied The ethnic cleansing lotion salesmen This one goes out to everyone who ever told anyone “Just be yourself and they’ll understand” I meet guys on the street who’ve been being themselves for decades And I don’t understand a fuckin’ thing they’re saying (So there) Movin’ and you’re groovin’ and you fake and you shake With a fever that is thinly disguised But when your formulae delay you and your vertebrae break You shouldn’t make like you’re so surprised Your head’s fulla herb in the depths of the suburbs And you wonder why the blood’s shot your eyes But when the bad bad people make you mad, man We will flee town under the cool moonrise

A: When I feel the blue colour you cause me to be Happy and when I sob you am me smile I you who I you whom is spread out by I You by up you of my star my one Quite now the high precision which high precision Am I I am anarchy tighten white What I wish but I for understanding passerby to its Me to destroy would like Dong ding dong Dong ding dong Ding dong B: It will go out and when it will only be able to discover in me Which it spreads out baby in your love It is vivid in you and all stars it gives in me in up me of month Baby you feeling it will go to no word only Time to step it’s in the future dream it’s to buy trick how much Way a cause I to which to be clever anarchy To reach which you in this city junction branch line of river to which me To use well I to use in the morning remainder Ding dong ding Dong ding dong C: A cause I Anarchy May not be To have dog body Anarchy English is to Ding dong ding

This song goes La la la la, la la la-la-la La la la-la-la, la la la La la la la, la la la la la The Americans are gonna kill us La la la la, la la la-la-la La la la-la-la, la la la La la la la, la la la la la The Americans are gonna kill us And nobody seems to care As the planes fly through our innocent air And the people watching telly don’t seem to mind As the bombs wipe out my entire bloodline This song goes La la la la, la la la-la-la La la la-la-la, la la la La la la la, la la la la la The Americans are gonna kill us La la la la, la la la-la-la La la la-la-la, la la la La la la la, la la la la la The Americans are gonna kill us And nobody seems to care As the planes fly through our innocent air And the people watching telly don’t seem to mind As the bombs wipe out our entire bloodline This song goes La la la la, la la la-la-la La la la-la-la, la la la La la la la, la la la la la The Americans are gonna kill us

Feeling sick and godless and fish-belly white In the skin-gripping heat in the middle of the night And I’m spitting globs of candy In the slippery sunshine Get your hands off Get your hands off This one’s mine Roundhouses fly through the dripping wet holes In the eye of the sky torn by a million aerosols And you can spray that shit forever, man You’re still gonna stink Get your own world Get your own world This one’s mine Cos everybody’s got their messiahs to follow Their heavens and nirvanas to seek, but only I know Hypermuscled studmuffins with overinflated egos And weak and flabby thinkers doing cogito ergo sums And emaciated clotheshangers And beer-drinking sports fans Get your own buzz Get your own buzz This one’s mine Catholic priests making sick eyes at altarboys And skinny boy-racers with their overpriced death-toys And i-geeks and e-geeks And oil sheikhs and needle freaks Get your own buzz Get your own buzz This one’s mine Cos everybody’s got their messiahs to follow Their heavens and nirvanas to seek, but only I know that Everything is futile Except for my guitar Yeah, all is vanity All is illusion Except for my Except for my Glittering prizes dangle like carrots in the sunset And all those far-off misty mountains that no-one’s even bothered to climb yet I got you to run circles round And plugholes to gurgle down Get your own life Get your own life This one’s mine So pull on your big suit and tie on your big tie And strap on your stupid attitude and work till you die Amidst the clattering of small change And the rattling of your small brain Kiss your own arse Kiss your own arse This one’s mine

Pure potential energy is coiled up in a spring And you can keep it there by clinging to the wheels of the thing And if you want to see it go then you can put it on the lino And then when you’re ready you can let it Go, watch it go, we watch it go, as at the Speed of speed we smash the chicanes and we will Turn on five-cent pieces while racing faster Than a quick thing rapidly speeding And it’s not just a toy It’s not just a toy Burning rubber burns like a rubber burning Flying sideways right through the tighter turnings Leaping buildings built just for leaping over Disbelieving eyes can’t believe their eyelids It’s not just a toy It’s not just a toy It’s a It’s a pulltoy And it brings me such joy Cos I know just how to make it go See it run around around the lounge-room It’s a pulltoy It’s a pulltoy All hail to the masters of physics You have manufactured my perfect monster You’ve created a mechanical miracle A masterpiece, a miniature marvel And it’s not just a toy It’s not just a toy I don’t know now just how to stop it but then I’m not sure that I even really want to Eyes transfixed, I can’t seem to help but watch it Go, watch it go, go, watch it going And it’s not just a toy It’s not just a toy It’s a It’s a pulltoy And it brings me such joy Cos I know just how to make it go See it run around around the lounge-room It’s a pulltoy It’s a pulltoy

I have this recurring nightmare I’m doing something quite mundane When suddenly I’m seized up mid-motion And I stand there humming like a test-signal monotone An instant infinity fixed in a freeze-frame Seems the days waste and I’m still standing Standing hours on end to watch them teeter We designed away our last few freedoms Singing let’s make something and mean it Lets find something to mean Seems the days waste and I’m still standing Standing hours on end to watch them teeter We designed away our last few freedoms Singing let’s make something and mean it Lets find something to mean

Warm falls on my fingers Touches them twice Makes me happy For days at a time Forgot how we got here Let’s try someplace else Where I’ll be good Let’s go someplace nice (Don’t lay low, let the daylight linger) Warm falls on my fingers (Long links lick at the tip of my fingers) Touches them twice (Dark delight, let the lights lead lowly) Makes me happy (Like loose leaves of a long-lost diary) For days at a time (Don’t lay low, let the daylight linger) Forgot how we got here (Long links lick at the tip of my fingers) Let’s try someplace else (Dark delight, let the lights lead lowly) Where I’ll be good (Like loose leaves of a long-lost diary) Let’s go someplace nice

So come on down, baby I will meet you in mid-air ’N’ although the air Is thinner up there I don’t think That you will mind If I go On like this We will both of us End up in bits And even if The straitjacket fits I’m not trying it on Just Yet if I told you that The world’s that bit more great Cos you’re in it You’d think I was Being a dick And I would be Being one But I would still mean it So come on down, baby I will meet you in mid-air ’N although the air Is thinner up there I don’t think I don’t think I care