The best songs are like bad dreams If you can cover all the exits But one by one they blur And you're forgetting all the words By the time you get to breakfast A reckoning election A politician's corkscrew A credit card mini bar private rental car And a Western education 12 square feet of dirty day The whole world made to order I'm either taking up more space Than I have taken up before Or the days are getting shorter Now I'm smoking in a blindfold In an Indonesian courtyard I always thought 'bout quitting But then there's the reptilian And his business is to die hard But now I'm feeling kinda free I'm going straight to DVD I'm losing my ambition Going into remission I've put it all behind me I want a private execution Give me a private execution I want a private execution For free The Kuala Lumpur Sunway Is crammed with koro cases And destination shoppers Showing telepathic kindness And pensioned master races The carpark of the high court A former soccer stadium 5 stars full of assholes Complimentary bathrobes Fixed civilisation But what do fish know about water? I'm probably someone's entertainment But let's change the topic before I get misanthropic It's only a vacation Tell me 'bout the old days Was there ever any violence? Smack-tick-tock-bang onomatopoeia's Disappearing into silence But now I'm feeling kinda free I'm going straight to DVD I'm losing my ambition Going into remission I've put it all behind me I want a private execution Give me a private execution I want a private execution For free I want a private execution A private execution A private execution For Free