My life is comfortable
But I don't want that image for my band
Inside I'm reasonable
But I'll make out they just don't understand
When we don't feel well, let's
Put on some Velvets
Lean our guitars up against the amp
We get feedback
When I feel that I need that
Air of "look, aren't we dangerous"
That's the time to be bad
Intense, no compromise
Nasty evil, cracking up my brain
Hey, ho
She's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work
And I feel cursed and sore, like
I'm Thurston More-like
The darkness in my eyes won't go away
I get feedback
In my bedroom in Nantwich
Stamp my foot down on the amp switch
That's the time to be bad
Songtexte
Somebody's knocking on my door
And it's the boy from over the road
And he says he shares our obsessions
And he'd like to join in on the sessions
And the others aren't arsed either way
So I say
I think we'd better let him in
I've heard he's got a theremin
I think we'd better let him in
I've heard he's got a theremin
And I've seen him walk through the park a lot,
And I bet he listens to Arc a lot,
We'd better let him in, he's got a theremin...
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