Lyrics

Vertigo

Life's a beach!
And then you marry one.
The cry of every sand flea

The leads don't reach!
And then you daisychain.
The engineer's lament.

The words have no meaning.
and then you turn it up.
The volume knob is King.

Shake my sensations
Feel my inner core
Break it out deep and dirty
Make the sounds you made before.
C'mon make the sounds you made before
Break it out deep and dirty
Make the sounds you made before

Getting mugged on the bendy bus
There's a bunch of cunts selling crack on at the back
Everyone hides their weakest spot
Ladies with their knees pressed tight
Geezers in chains looking for a fight

Social Disorder in an unkempt way
The route belies the attraction
for the stop! of the hubbub
for a scream! of shock!

Squawking disability ramp slides onto the floor
just beyond the reach of the curb
and there's a cripple on the bus
and could you get that cripple off the bus
could somebody get that cripple off the bus
I don't want to make a fuss but...
I gotta go places,
I gotta get home - i gotta watch me some TV

Day time TV
All those rotten chat shows
tell all your troubles to gormless world
Confront your X-cunt
Make their toes curl

A scum studded audience looks at you in awe
'Cos you're something special now
Not just the whore from next door

You're a TV personality
You're a TV personality
That's a joke
You're a TV personality?
What's the punchline?

Shake my sensations
Feel my inner core
Break it out deep and dirty
Make the sounds you made before.
C'mon make the sounds you made before
Break it out deep and dirty
Make the sounds you made before
Break it out Break it out Break it out

I got vertigo.