Robbie lyrics playing on my mind today .....

.............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
Is it a blast for you?
Blasphemy

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline
You can’t really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So 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 then nothing’s learnt
I though I wasn’t but I’m really hurting

 

.......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
In a greatness great depression
It’s not a blast for me,
It’s blasphemy