Robbie Williams "Blasphemy" |
The Egyptians built their pyramids, the Romans did what they did Now everything's come down to this, it's just you and I, oh kid we could send a million to the moon but why can't I get on with you The 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, we could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the Great depression Is it a blast for you? cause it's blasphemy Words cut like a knife through vaseline You can't really mean what you mean when you say what you say Tourettes make men 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 thought 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 So turn to me but 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? cause it's blasphemy Our great adventure, Christmas in the snow Senile dementia, baby, what a way to go I won't behave No it's not the heathen in me it's just that I've been bleeding lately , internally So turn to me but bite your tongue, the torrid weapon, we could learn a useful lesson Ain't it great, this Great depression It's not a blast for me, it's blasphemy Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |