It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what Im doing here
(it never) it never occurs to me
To ask anybody what Im doing here, doing here
(four, five, six seven, eight nine ten, eleven twelve)

I know youre purely marxist
Your philosophys so cool
With your tranquillisers, valium and gin
You talk of euthanasia
And your breakdown was so cool
Did stanley kubrick fake it with the moon?

This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
But I didnt think about the fall out
Fall out