Lyrics:

The means to an endThe sinful distressWriting down meaningless wordsVaguely off handSo the rest of the bandCan learn from the bees and the birdsConcentrate business man you,You haven't got longPlanets are ruling your heartsStilletos and thighs may be burning your eyesBut it keeps you from falling apartHeavy but generalisedSordid and wetSomeone advised me to dieBlowing your mind'Cause you know what you'll findWhen you're looking for things in the skyUnder the influenceRotting our nervesCutting us off at the mainsNearing the end with your grandmother's friendIt's something to do when it rainsIt's something to do when it rainsIt's something to do when it rains