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 seeping 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 bleeding 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 Tourettes 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 bleeding lately Internally, don't turn to me 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 way to go I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding 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