Lyrics:

I could be tugging on the beard of science
Like a cheeky schoolboy
But I couldnt be bothered
Thats why Im still in the box room
Face down in the last ditch
My natural home
I Can Do That
But I dont really want to

Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered

I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers
With a girl from Machynlleth
But Im down at the Childrens Zoo
Kicking off on the goats

Increasing doubt decreasing hope
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind

Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered

Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered