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He's in love with a little white god he said,
So in love he'll take it in the arm instead.
Happy, solomn, sombre and demure
Are the words that miss a point and a cure.
He's in love with a little brown god he said,
I have seen the little beads on his forehead.
He'll watch the world go round from another place,
There's nothing wrong with this, it doesn't affect any heads.

He's in love with the rotten old world,
He's so in love he'll take it in the arm of his girl.
He's in love with a little white god,
He's so in love he's forgotten about being a mod.

We can't live by laws, watchmaking.
We can't live like whores, babes and children.
We can live 'lord of the flies', it's indicative,
We can live by, we can live, buy.

Well he's in love and destructively demonstrative,
To himself and you and the world inside.
When he should kick against the mind manager,
It's tunnel vision in a furry colour techni.
It's the ultimate, not pick-up truck,
There's nothing wrong with this, it doesn't affect any heads.

He's in love with a very sad soul,
He's so in love you wouldn't beleive he was once good in goal.
He's so in souled with a little brown god,
He doesn't trust himself, in fact he just doesn't trust.

We can't live by laws, watchmaking.
We can't live like whores, babes and children.
We can live 'lord of the flies', it's indicative.
We can live by, we can live, buy.

Not me.

He's in love with a little known world,
He's so in love he'll take it in the arm of his girl.
He's so in love with a little white god,
He's so in love he's forgotten about being a mod.

We can't live by laws, watchmaking.
We can't live like whores, babes and children.
We can live 'lord of the flies', it's indicative.
We can live by, we can live, buy.

We can live. Not me.
We can live life. Not me.
We can live by... Not me.
We can live by...