| Here Come The Warm Jets |
|---|
| Nowhere to be |
| Nowhere to be |
| (Father stains), we’re all on our knees |
| Down on our words and we’ve nothing to be |
| Nothing to be |
| Nothing to be |
| Further down we’re all on our (sails) |
| (Paid to appease) though we’ve nothing these days |
| Nothing these days |
| Nothing these days |
| (Further still, their stall in a daze) |
| We’re down on our knees and we’ve nothing to say |
| Nothing to say |
| Nothing to say… |
