Picture an infinite serpent
Swallowing his own tail
We're much the same
I like the taste of my own nails
And it's not far away
Far down, inside yourself
Can we afford the waste
Raining again
I just say to myself
Face straight
We all want the same
When in line can't you see
What the sign says
And is the price of pleasure
Nothing left to save
Will you offer up yourself again
Again, again, again, again, again
Again, again, again, again, again
Again
The farther I look outside
Hope belongs to a wasted kid,
Open up the sky
Who won't wait another month to see
Why do you want this
Why does this happen
Can you afford to wait for now
Decide yourself
An engine for the waste
Is raining down
And I just say to mind
Sit up straight
We all want the same
Won't deny, I can't see
What the sign says
And is the price of pleasure
Nothing left to save
Will you offer up yourself