Interpret:

Robbie Williams

Album:

Reality Killed the Video Star

The Egyptians built
their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything's
come down to this
It's just you and I our kid
We could send a
million to the moon
But why can't I get on with you
Wih cellophane
around my mouth
Stops the anger seeping out


Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could 
But


I can't behave
I know it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been  
bleeding lately
Internally
Don't turn to me
bite your tongue
the torrid weapon 
I could learn a useful lesson


What's so great about 
the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
Cause it's blasphemy


Words cut like a knife
through vaseline
You can't really mean,
what you mean
When you say what you say
Tourettes make them come out 
that way


Wish I was here well
I wish you weren't
Your gift of anger's 
better burnt
If nothing's said and
nothing's learnt
I thought I wasn't but
I'm really hurting


Our deaf and dumb dinners
There's gravy in the mud 
And


I can't behave
No it's not the heathen in me 
It's just that I've been
bleeding lately
Internally
Don't turn to me
And I'll bide my tongue,
the torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson


What's so great about
the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
Blasphemy
Our great adventure
Christmas in the snow 
Senile dementia maybe
What a way to go


I can't behave
I know it's not the
heathen in me
It's just that I've been
bleeding lately
Internally, so turn to me
But bite your tongue,
your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson


Ain't it great this
great depression
It's not a blast for me,
It's blasphemy