Paul's brought his own fun
In pill form from his pocket
Crushes it to dust then everyone jumps on the rocket
Once started you can't stop it
Conversation's rapid
Theatrics of the common man sound tracked by crackling havoc
Night had colluded to morn
But from inside you can't discern
Paul asks Luke does he want one then Luke goes and takes the lot
It was a momentary lapse
The congregation gasped
I caught his wide eye, blind drunk and mad
He said "that's that" and then just laughed
There's some lust lost in the kitchen
Pseudo-science creeps in
Jim talks about the universe like the backroad out to Gleann Fhinne
It's all part of the sensation
Believing is seeing
You are what you've been eating and you think what you've been reading
I hear Stephen on the stairs
Blissfully unaware
That he's speaking rather loudly and more than just Sam can hear him say
"When tomorrow was today", spill a soliloquy
Sam cuts across with thoughts of disgust
"Why can't ya just say yesterday?"
Don't judge a belt by it's buckle
Miss Direction can be subtle
Her boyfriend is no better especially after a couple
It's not Dearbhla's vodka red bulls
Dilating her pupils
Tom wants to say he loves her but just says he likes her dimples
There's some lust lost in the bedroom
But Dearbhla's fellas home soon
So Tom is trying to push through
And yea she sort of wants to
True to comedic tragic
Tom whispers "Come and try it?"
Dearbhla mistakes the card trick for real magic
Cheeks touch and that's it, we go at it
So let the pheromones fly, even if plastic
There's some lust lost in the bedroom
So let the pheromones fly, yea let the pheromones fly
Goodnight