Oh the Saviour

Mr. Sound's just like a fountain Only goes where the rhythm takes him Only goes where the sun don't shine On his own, to a paradise Mr. Sound flows like a mountain Like a volcano erupting On a boat, on the molten lava Standing up like a wild impala Standing down like a weekend martyr Living life at the speed of light Mr. Sound's just like a fountain Only goes where the rhythm takes him Only goes where the sun don't shine On his own, to a paradise Mr. Sound flows like a mountain Like a volcano erupting On a boat, on the molten lava Standing up like a wild impala Standing down like a weekend martyr Living life at the speed of light Oh, the saviour, the saviour, the saviour Foul behaviour, behaviour, behaviour When the shadow sleep isn't slept We appear that we have a little left In tune Mystic man stands like a countess Like a king dressed in a corset On a carpet that's red all over He becomes just a little less sober Here's a plan for the distant future: You're alive, not like a computer, in the future Take a sip from the detox, dandy Have a taste in the open pantry Remember when you were small, free the entry Living life at the speed of light Oh, the saviour, the saviour, the saviour Foul behaviour, behaviour, behaviour When the shadow sleep isn't slept We appear that we have a little left In tune Everyone's got everything wrong Every man wants every woman In a patch with a pent up story We reflect and remind what words mean In the night we open our ears To the visual sound of the fear Mr. Sound in the open diary Take a look with your eyes closed open Standing down like a weekend spokesman Living life at the speed of light Oh, the saviour, the saviour, the saviour Foul behaviour, behaviour, behaviour Oh, the saviour, the saviour, the saviour Foul behaviour, behaviour, behaviour