Both born of lust and deceit We are lovers who will never meet
This fate put us in the same room When you knew not of me, nor I of you
Something inside dies And we don't stand up to scrutiny
But we spend by and by the by A great pain finds none haven
And we spend by and by the by Something inside dies
Something inside dies Something inside dies
And me and Timmy Ted Are having trouble being heard
To the background house Above the background house
And me and Barry Stee Are going down to Carnage Quay
For all your telecaster dreams A telecaster's all you need, you need
And me and my imaginary friend Have been going round the bend
For some time now For some time now
And me and Timmy Ted Are getting trouble being heard
To the background house Above the background house
And me and Barry Stee Are going down to Carnage Quay
For all your telecaster dreams A telecaster's all you need, you need
Something inside dies