It's another day again Everything I'm reaching for remains at arm's length The ballerinas in my head Who once could dance and pirouette Are fudging all their steps And flailing their legs I'm living in an igloo My warm affections start to coat with frost Lost in that lonely den I descend Dick in hand until the bitter end You know I really shouldn't call it the bends I wouldn't want to presume If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking rude I'll be there in a sec Troglodytes they drink their tea Scoff their biscuits merrily I'll prove they're better off than me Pay dearly for the time that's free Then I see The canvas of my destiny Is covered in crayon and macaroni I really shouldn't call it the bends I wouldn't want to presume If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking rude Slowly So slowly I feel it turning Turning away In its place arrives The forlorn evening sky Shoves its moonlit knife Right between my eyes But I really shouldn't call it the bends Oh Jesus, aint-cha heard the news Bet a fitty on the fella with the scraggly hair and you can't lose Just tie my shoes together, and leave behind the noose If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking Some whore in an alley with a bum leg Please don't impeach me, I'm trying so hard to be true I'll be there in a sec