Lyrics:

A Scapegoat In A Waistcoat
selling Mini Plagues Again
there's Idle Speculation
that I Procrastinate My Life Away
a More Persistent Monday Morning Daze

you Can't Bend Me
or Attempt To Mend Me
you Can't Lend Me How You're Feeling

when I First Saw You In That Attic
you Looked Anything But Ecstatic That Day
why Would Someone Leave You Sitting There
right In The Middle Of A Dead Room Stinking Of Paint
i Remember Just Thinking You Are Coming Home With Me
and Ever Since You've Stayed In One Piece

is It An Illusion You're Alluding To
a Belly-Dancing Stoat
is More Believable Than You

you Can't Bend Me
or Offend Me
you Can't Lend Me How You're Feeling