Flashblind

I've got nothing left to read all my books are in my head

There's nothing new to see sputnik flew but now is dead

And the talkshow hosts reply to the talkshow questions

Unintimidated by the marvellous selection

It's a marvellous selection

Chorus:

And is this what you came for?

What you came for?

Spinning round your figure eight

He says what's your saviour

What's a saviour

Will it depreciate

And to the deathbed from the cradle

They said "Strip it off while you're young and able"

But he finds

He finds

He's Flashblind

And the people like to see what they put their money in

So the telephone it rings and is hung back up again

And everyone's a writer but all the good ones dead

Their inspiration ringing in my hollow head

Chorus:

And is this what you came for?

What you came for?

Spinning round your figure eight

He says what's your saviour

What's a saviour

Will it depreciate

And to the deathbed from the cradle

They said " Get it on while you're young and able"

But he finds, he finds…Carry on

And to the deathbed from the cradle

They said "Strip it off while you're young and able"

But he finds

He finds

He's Flashblind

I've got nothing left to read

There's nothing left of me

There's nothing new to see

Flashblind

I got nothing left to read

There's nothing here to see

There's nothing left of me

We're all Flashblind