A Better Band

Is this room getting smaller,

or is it just me?

I pace myself, brace myself,

trying not to beathe.

All these walls are closing in on me,

like th death star bin,

oh that'll learn me,

that'll squeeze out all the sin.

Ths world is bearing down on me,

like a 'fish eye lense'

and when it comes down to it,

do I have any real friends?

How long were those monkeys typing,

to make all Billy's work?

I've some way to go yet,

I'll finish this one first.

Something's got to give.

I'm a failing restaurant,

all expectant and sad

with one eye on the door,

playing cards out the back

I'm love me love me love me,

I'm a small bit of a prick

I got the meat sweats

from this real politic.

Sometimes I can see you

shining in the night

There's Polly, and Gillian,

and your man in the big suit

spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss

and I'm left thinking

I wanna be a better band

This is it, what are you crying for?

This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band

and shoot fire from my hands

Fire from my hands...