Half Man Half Biscuit San Antonio Foam Party
If I had agoraphobia
And if I had claustrophobia
Trapped inside my porch
Things would be bleak
Especially midweek
Your weird dreams
Don’t impress in any way
In dreams
Weird things are mundane and everyday
Strange to me would be
Buying a loaf
And coming straight home
Try and get your arse downtown next week
I’m going to prove once and for all
To the LTA hey-hey-hey
That Tim and Greg are not golden boys
They are in fact automatons
I’ve seen the chips and wires
And the circuit boards
“The reservoirs are colder
And deeper than you think”
Well stop, wait a minute Mr Spokesman
You don’t know what I think
Is your lake about
(hmm now let’s see)
A hundred miles deep
And ninety below?
And is it home to sharks?
It’s gonna end up
In the storming of a brothel in Palermo
Sniffer dogs in, fluorescent bibs
I’ve seen the chips and wires
I’ve seen the circuit boards
I’ve seen the chips and wires
I’ve seen the circuit boards
This is me pleading for some civic pride
Use it or lose it the park and ride
Twin town said we just weren’t cool
So now we got a suicide pact with Goole
I’ve seen the chips and wires
I’ve seen the circuit boards
I’ve seen the chips and wires
I’ve seen the circuit boards
