and they go to bed at 9 .15
so they can fo cus on the breath
and all the cars shine nicely
That deep mortician's black
that says I'll never love you back,
oh no they'll never love you back
Like they, they love their money
and their dogs and their cats
and a lightly frosted glass
And their, and as they chatter
just like plastic castanets
All the people talking metaphors
and clichés like a metaphor
They'll never say nothing till,
until they sit on the flowers
Oh yeah, when the rain is so
And they're all so sensible,
We're all so sensibly numb
The beds on fire and we go to sleep
But it's all so, so easily done
You're all so sensibly numb
We'll play Fred again in town
in those self -repeating flats
You know the Chablis was incredible,
the Chablis was incredible
Oh, we'll go to Spurs, go home,
we'll try the latest drugs
And there's, there's always something,
but there's nev er quite enough
And if you're, if you're not down,
well then they're never really up
And they only speak in metaphors,
they only speak in metaphors
They only speak in metaphors,
Well, they say it's always better
when they say it with flairs
Oh yeah, well we're ever so young
And we're all so sensible,
and we're all so sensible
And we're all so sensibly numb
Well the bed's on fire an
And the thoughts are so easily done
Yeah, we're all so sensible,
and we're all so sensible
And they're all so sensible,
They're all so sensible, you know
And the dogs are servants,
he keeps them in his hand
And they're all so sensible
And they're all so sensible
And they're all so sensibly
