I sat silent talking hot-air like a washroom device,
The passing gentry did nothing for me, I was the Three Blind Mice
My name was a number posted on the wall
My fingers were aching, my face numb, I waited in the hall

She was beside me,
Woe betide me,
Too far gone to see
She was inside me,
There to delight me,
I threw up on my knee

My name sounded nasty, Pontious pushed passed me, I'm not a criminal,
My limbs were limp-weak, come mock the frightened freak, I am no animal
Used as a scapegoat, denied my right to vote, the over-paid read out my story
The bomb was plutonic, my headache was chronic, in my weapon inventory

She was there with me,
There to forgive me,
Too blind drunk to see
A plea of insanity,
Ruptured my vanity,
What else could I be?

My defence was innocence, and as a consequence,
Lack of sense or deliberance, my failure's a subsequence

You said to be stronger so I waited longer but that left me in a whirl,
You said to go with her, your tone made me shiver, she was the Nice Girl
For richer for poorer I'll always ignore her, always there for me,
They say I'm crazy, I'm nothing but lazy, I like to live carelessly

And she was beside me,
She never defies me,
I drank some hot coffee
I counted my blessings,
Believed my confessions,
Then threw up on my knee

My disparage was a miscarriage,
Used as a leverage,
The prosecutions ridge was average,
I dreamed of the nice girl
I dreamed, I dreamed, I dreamed,
I dreamed of the nice girl
Of the summer, of the late nights,
Of the garden
I dreamed I dreamed I dreamed