Clinging to the ceiling Constantly in flight Promise of a nicer life Eccentric confusion Keeping us alive Promise of new types of night It remains as it was Monotonous fuss for kids I never grabbed a hold of it Hand in hand, Don't trust in me I'm not an Honest man I'll only let you down But I'm baptised catholic Excuses sound aloud With a soul like mastic Feet firmly not on ground Monotonous fuss for kids I never grabbed a hold of it And I never felt that whole again Home never felt like home again, I I thought I'd seen it all before I thought I'd seen it all before I thought I'd seen it all before Seen it all before I thought I'd seen it all before Odes disdain I think no more Never thought that this was it To die never living rich To die never living rich To die never living rich