Check
A rope round your neck
A write-off and wreck
A reason to stop the endless sh**
A hot tempered fit
An eyeful of grit
A house full of engines
And I’m trying to get all of my soldiers in line
And I fail to make sense of this hopeless design
And I’m chewing as hard as I can
But God its tough
Repulsive and rough
A shack full of stuff
An ever increasing sense of shame
No-one to blame
Or baggage to claim
Stuck in this whole
Inside
I’m hoping to catch the disease in time
And I’m wading knee-deep in the worst of the slime
And I’m chewing as hard as I can with my waterloo teeth
And I’m praying they’ll hear me in spite of the bell
And I’m loving that mouse who sounds like Orson Welles
And I’m chewing as hard as I can with my waterloo teeth