Blasphemy

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 kid, We could send a million to the Moon, But why can't I get on with you? The cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger seeping 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? Was it a blast for you? 'Cause it's blasphemy Words cut like a knife through vaseline You can't really mean what you mean When you say what you say 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, and nothing's learnt, I thought 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 I could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? Blasphemy Our great adventure, Christmas in the snow, Senile dementia maybe, What 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 Ain't it great this great depression? It's not a blast for me It's blasphemy