To ask anybody what I'm doing here
                              (It never) It never occurs to me
                              To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing
here
                              (Four, five, six seven, eight nine ten,
eleven twelve)
                              I know you're purely Marxist
                              Your philosophy's so cool
                              With your tranquillisers, valium and gin
                              You talk of euthanasia
                              And your breakdown was so cool
                              Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
                              This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
                              But I didn't think about the fall out
                              Fall out
                              This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
                              But I didn't think about the fall out
                              Fall out