Lyrics
The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything's come down to this
It's just you and I our kin
We could send a million to the moon
But why can't I get on with you
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
You could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the Great Depression
Is it a blast for you
Blasphemy
Words cut like a knife throughVaseline
You can't really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So tourettes make them 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 though 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
Don't turn to me
Bite my tongue the torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the Great Depression
Was it a blast for you
Blasphemy
A great adventure Christmas in the snow
Senile Dementia maybe what a way to go
I can't behave
I know it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately
Internally
So turn to me
Bite your tongue your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
In a greatness great depression
It's not a blast for me
It's blasphemy
Credits
Vocals
Robbie Williams
Written By
Robbie Williams, Guy Chambers
Band
Anne Dudley (Piano)
Chris Cowie (Oboe)
Mary Scully (Double Bass)
Phil Palmer (Guitar)
Trevor Horn (Keyboard)
