He talked of things and other things
and things on which he hung his hat and coat
He talked and talked and while he talked
No one seemed to listen anymore
He stood alone and gazed upon
the ruins of his life
surrended to those smashing things
he never realized
he knew somehow
the credit had run out
but he's the
cherry on the chocolate cake
Coca Cola Bubble Fake
the juicy fruit inside his mouth
is ticking like a time bom
gleaming pictures all around
superstereophonicsound
he's the magic maestro
of the "ultra violent liars choir"
[verse]
[repeat chorus]