Karma Police, arrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like a

dance, this danceIs like a weapon, is like a

will shape myself into your pocketInvisibleDo what you wantDo

Thom: Chicken Licken! Goosey Loosey!Have you got your flying goggles mate?Thom:

In the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born againIn

Fastnet, Irish SeaI got a message I can't readI got

from your sleepThe drying of your tearsToday we escapeWe

police, arrest this manHe talks in maths, he buzzes

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

feel betterI feel better now you've goneI got betterI

(Dance sucka, dance sucka, dance sucka, dance)Life's always so fuckin' violent

you such a dreamerTo put the world to rights?I'll

do notUnderstandWhat it isI've done wrongFull of holesCheck for

1. Cowboy Song2. After the Gold Rush3. Shot by Both Sides4.

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're

are better things to talk aboutBe constructiveBear a weapon

green plastic watering canFor a fake Chinese rubber plantIn

slip awayI slipped on a little white

TransportMotorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest of

Morning bellMorning bellLight another candleRelease meRelease me, PleasePleaseYou can keep the furnitureBump