• shake hands, genocide, molasses
    jet-powered caravans, molasses
    i'm too good, you're stuck on
    rent free earthquake zone, molasses

    i need someone else's glasses
    starving waitresses in plasters
    fat houseflies, genocide
    we've been stiched up, molasses


    Did it all for you to say
    You never wanted me that way
    Now the dogs have had their meat
    I think I'll go plug in the mains

    I tumble like a clown
    Before your baying hounds
    I supplicate myself
    Into your hands

    When you spare a make-up smile
    I'm instantly your biggest fan
    How I was to know that
    You practised it beforehand?

    I tumble like a clown
    Before your baying hounds
    I supplicate myself
    Into your hands