What do we want?
Nothing
When do we want it?
Not really bothered

Mind flicks high low
One to the other
Here comes the darkness
Run for cover
Like a lonely middle-aged fat fuck
With a pink carnation and a nip and tuck
I'm so so so out of luck today

I can hear the
Words my Iips say
But I believe in nothing
Today

What do we want?
Nothing
When do we want it?
Not really bothered

Pulse flicks up down
Twelve and counting
I can't see Mohammad
I'm behind the mountain
With hail stones knocking me down from above
I'm a footprint
In a puddle of love
Just a footprint
In a puddle of love
Just a footprint

I can hear the
Words my lips say
But I believe in nothing
Today