Lyrics:

The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home There's a cash register ringing and, It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home The critics who, Can't break you, They somehow help to make you , The critics who, Can't break you, Unwittingly they make you So don't let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you With evil legal eagles, You know I couldn't last, Accountants rampant, You know I couldn't last Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go on, Removing, removing, removing Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Oh but The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind