Look Dad No Tunes

My life is comfortable

But I don't want that image for my band

Inside I'm reasonable

But I'll make out they just don't understand

When we don't feel well, let's

Put on some Velvets

Lean our guitars up against the amp

We get feedback

When I feel that I need that

Air of "look, aren't we dangerous"

That's the time to feedback

Intense, no compromise

Nasty evil, cracking up my brain

Hey, ho

She's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work

And I feel cursed and sore, like

I'm Thurston More-like

The darkness in my eyes won't go away

I get feedback

In my bedroom in Nantwich

Stamp my foot down on the amp switch

That's the time to feedback

Somebody's knocking on my door

And it's the boy from over the road

And he says he shares our obsessions

And he'd like to join in on the sessions

And the others aren't arsed either way

So I say

I think we'd better let him in

I've heard he's got a theremin

I think we'd better let him in

I've heard he's got a theremin

And I've seen him walk through the park a lot,

And I bet he listens to Arc a lot,

We'd better let him in, he's got a theremin...