Lyrics:

Here come the language meanies
They don't speak a word
Picture pretty conflicts
And they will love yr work

I'm not superstitious
But maybe I'm losing my mind
'Cos I just met these wonderful witches
Who seem to have captured time

Mellow realism
The pleasures of peace
Backstages of prison
Yr wink is my release

I'm not here to fuck up
But I just wanna say
That if you just don't shut up soon
I'll have to quit the play

Here come the language meanies
Here comes the party line
Can you say b-e-d spells bed?
Can you say it to my eye?

I'm not superstitious
But maybe Im losing my faith
'Cos I just met these wonderful witches
Who seem to have captured space