He talked of things and other things
And things on which he hung his hat and coat
He talked and talked and while he talked

No one seemed to listen anymore

He stood alone and gazed upon

The ruins of his life
Surrended to those smashing things
He never realized

He knew somehow
The credit had run out


But he's the
Cherry on the chocolate cake
Coca Cola Bubble Fake

The juicy fruit inside his mouth
Is ticking like a time bomb
Gleaming pictures all around

Superstereophonicsound
He's the magic maestro
Of the "ultra violent liars choir"


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[Repeat chorus]