Patchwork land is leading us to ruins
weekday rates at many roadside rooms
a sombre mood's got me electric blue
to match the colour of the films
that roll inside my television head
a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not
stuck between a hard place and a rock
something tells me I'm about to lose
all sense and slip off the fence
you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got
the run of the room
only words out of your mouth should be
I can take this on
(x2)
I saw an argument and came inside
a pointless spectacle that kept me occupied from the sidelines
tonight you'll leave tomorrow you'll be back
armed to the teeth with apologies
you know you'll cut us both some slack
a geolgist I'm afraid I'm not
stuck between a hard place and a rock
something tells me I'm about to lose
all sense and slip off the fence
you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got
the run of the room
only words out of your mouth should be
I can take this on
(x2)
of course there's nothing lost
it's kept in pens and margins
and stuck inside the back of yesterday
and I don't see a reason why we all must go to sleep
only words out of your mouth should be
I can take this on
you've got, you've got, you've got, you've got
the run of the room
only words out of your mouth should be
I can take this on
(x2)
I can take this on
(x4)