I can feel an invitation breathing down my neck There's a bunch of angels cringing while the fool picks up the check You're loaded like a cannon, like a pocket full of pay Don't you point that thing at me, I will not gratify today Go slow, dead slow I will not be rushed into Slow, dead slow I eat bigger boys for breakfast than you We're driving past the graveyard, lift your feet and hold your breath No, you're much too busy contemplating your own little d**h But I have not been listening to a single word you've said No, I'm much too busy laughing at the traffic sign ahead Chorus I'm an empty temple On your long and chequered trip Show a little reverence And I'll show you, how to worship here Tomorrow there'll be necklaces of sudden, shining pearls I will turn myself around in them and lose the living world But today is not the day to build cathedrals on your sea No, I won't go swimming in your pool of possibility Possibility, possibility Chorus