Stove - Fall Out lyrics

It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here (It never) It never occurs to me To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here (Four, five, six seven, eight nine ten, eleven twelve) I know you're purely Marxist Your philosophy's so cool With your tranquillisers, valium and gin You talk of euthanasia And your breakdown was so cool Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon? This cult of positivity, once again, yeah But I didn't think about the fall out Fall out