Blasphemy

The Egyptians built their pyramids

The Romans did what they did

Now everything's come down to this

It's just you and I, our kid

We could send a million to the moon

But why can't I get on with you?

The cellophane around my mouth

Stops the anger seepin' out

Our deaf and dumb dinners

Gravy in the mud

No singles, just fillers

Sometimes I wish I could, but

I can't behave

I know it's not the heathen in me

It's just that I've been bleedin' lately

Internally, don't turn to me

Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon

You could learn a useful lesson

What's so great about the Great Depression?

Was it a blast for you?

'Cause it's blasphemy

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline

You can't really mean what you mean

When you say what you say

Tourette's make them come out that way

Wish I was here, well, I wish you weren't

Your gift of anger's better burnt

If nothing's said and nothing's learnt

I thought I wasn't, but I'm really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners

There's gravy in the mud and

I can't behave

No, it's not the heathen in me

It's just that I've been bleedin' lately

Internally, don't turn to me

And I'll bite my tongue, the torrid weapon

I could learn a useful lesson

What's so great about the Great Depression?

Was it a blast for you?

Blasphemy

Our great adventure

Christmas in the snow

Senile dementia, maybe

What a way to go

I can't behave

I know it's not the heathen in me

It's just that I've been bleedin' lately

Internally, so turn to me

Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon

We could learn a useful lesson

Ain't it great, this Great Depression?

It's not a blast for me

It's blasphemy