Lyrics:

Another rat trap snaps in perfect unison
Another wide-eyed body on the pile
There’s a way to patch the hole they scurry in
I just haven’t had time

Gather up your whims and things you wish against
Shoot ‘em straight into the sun
Burn your pleasure centres out on liquorice
Have you never had fun?

A prune’s not a poor man’s plum
Wit’s not a clever man’s sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren’t one
And bats aren’t birds

There are eight ways to solve every prob-e-lem
And maybe one or two are good
There are five that look much more appealing than
Than the one you should

Do is not the same as done
Pride’s just well-tempered ego
Luck’s not an oft beat drum
And acts aren’t words
A prune’s not a poor man’s plum
Wit’s not a clever man’s sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren’t one
And bats aren’t birds

Your big toe is just a well hid thumb
And talent = highly beamed obsession
The earth’s but a cosmos crumb
Or maybe
I’m just a ploughman’s son
Too ill equipped for philosogy
I find that my feelings run
When i've Maxed out words
A prune’s not a poor man’s plum
Wit’s not a clever man’s sarcasm
Your mind and your thoughts aren’t one...2 34
And bats aren’t birds