I'm not a farmer I do grow grass A trick religion In a mask I'm full of aching And wired bones I can't see the substance An empty gnome Another victory Another plaint Another mad night In this estate Can't see the shoreline From on this boat You're living brightly Switch the remote And I'm not glad of what I used to know And I'm not glad of what I used to show at all again And I'm alone again But used to it all my friend All the harm I'm used to it all again Used to it all my friend All the harm I'm used to it all again Used to it all my friend All the harm I'm used to it all again Used to it all my friend All the harm I'm used to it all again I'm used to it all again All the harm