The Fall - Mess Of My lyrics

And note of your own choice, boys and girls Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies You got energy vampires More hands on the tranquillisers An unholy alliance And jokes about faith Give me another drink You're as strong as your weakest link A mess of my age A mess of my race A mess of our radio I remember the times This was a beginning Of a permissive new age But it's the same old cabbage A mess of my age A mess of our race A mess of our our our our [megaphone bit] I don't look at myself I have no health Take no notice of me I probably work for a record company A mess of our age A mess of my taste A mess of our nervous systems Cowering mockers The company money's ran out To longer hot properties Get back in their closets A mess of my age A mess of my race Fill the rest in yourself