Brother you look like the Taj Mahal

One colossal dome above you

And the smell of something other,

A pillar and a scimitar

A little Yes I miss you like a formless hide

Stretching over me and dangled

From the coastguard in a chopper

The scaffold of me all awry

A little Broke your shoulder on the library steps

Hanging round there in the dark

Just doing nothing or whatever

What do you mean you saw the stars?

You little I could write it in a murder font

I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever

I don't want them to tell us apart! You say that I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,

In watery blasts, than all of my past!

You seen me on the bridge a lot.

But I never leapt over, the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives

Are singing "praise the lord"

And "pitter patter this schooling?

Is this schooling?"

And "you matter not, and you matter not"

And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone

That I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on (Teach me how to hold) And I don't wanna make a scene

I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever

Cos thinking always comes across

A little There's a meeting of the worlds tonight

Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever

I barely ever raise my eyes

A little (Teach him how to hold!) And oh I wanna make the peace

And god I gotta be on the train

Past the ruins the wall and the druids oh please I'm whining like a braking bus

Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser

I'm not about to open up! You say that I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,

In watery blasts, than all of my past!

You seen me on the bridge a lot.

But I never leapt over, the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"

And "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"

And "you matter not, and you matter not"

And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone

That I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

My number is up, my number is up Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about

Earth.

Remember how men, would understand the heavens

But leaving those streetlights on you can't see nothing there So learn me anything good Teach me something that works, I take a long time,

To learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth.

Remember good men, would understand the heavens

And leaving those streetlights on a ghost dark hemisphere Earth.

I take a long time, to learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth.

Remember good man, you understand the heavens

But leaving those streetlights on?