We Do This For The Art, Not

And All The World Is Football-shaped It's Just For Me To Kick In Space And I Can See, Hear, Smell, Touch, Taste And I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Take This All In I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Taste The Difference 'tween A Lemon And A Lime Pain And Pleasure And The Church Bells Softly Chime.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Knowing That Your Lenses Peep Now I Eat My Daily Bread And Into The Tape Spool I'll Be Fed

You Know, I Was Such A Big Beatles Fan, And When I'd Buy A New Album I'd Invariably Hate It The First Time I Heard It 'cause It Was A Mixture Of Absolute Joy And Absolute Frustration. I Couldn't Grasp What They'd Done, And I'd Hate Myself For That.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake

I Actually Got Really Petrified By The Thought Of People Seeing Me.