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 bomb Gleaming pictures all around Superstereophonicsound He's the magic maestro Of the "ultra violent liars choir"