[Verse 1]
Shiny words on a page
Hop to me later in a burlap sack
Make way for beautiful displays
Silver-tongued hypochondriac
[Chorus]
Every time I reconsider
No Cut-N-Dry all
Vim and Vigour
[Verse 2]
Patience thickens to a paste
To be applied on the next cold day
Are you really trying to escape
Silver-tongued hypochondriac
[Chorus]
Every time I reconsider
No Cut-N-Dry all
Vim and Vigour