Baby gets born, rolls on his back, opens his eyes and hears a voice
a-saying oh...
I'll tell you a secret about yourself, I'll tell you a secret about yourself


Your father was bad, his father was bad, his father was bad need I go any further on...?
You not gonna try to involve yourself, your pliable head is a walking hope


Cos even now, there's a bone snapping, doughy embryo, bloody hands clapping, the blood is clapping


If all the boys say you did it, and all the girls say you did it,
and if all the boys say you did it, and all the girls say you did it


Then man, you're as guilty as the ones the came before, you sleepwalked over here, the drawbridge creaks ignored.
So leave the engine room and go, leave the engine room and build a road,
Leave the engine room, the steam will peter out and I'm

tired of the centuries passing, the vacuum and the womb
and I respect that things have changed and I'm alone
and I remember snatches here, and I involve myself with utter madness


Leave me lounging, with my nerves butchered, and the ceiling torched, in the birth c!@#^
cos even now, there's a bomb dropping, it's ever dropping


Cos all the boys say I did it, and all the girls say I did it, and mother all the boys say I did it,
and all the girls say I did it


and man, I'm as guilty as the ones that came before.