Lyrics:

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.I may make you feel but I can't make you think.Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.So you ride yourselves over the fields andyou make all your animal deals andyour wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away inthe tidal destructionthe moral melee.The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncoversthe newfangled way.But your new shoes are worn at the heels andyour suntan does rapidly peel andyour wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.And the love that I feel is so far away:I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and youshake your head andsay it's a shame.Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.