I'm not a farmer
I do grow grass
A trick religion
In a mask
I'm full of aching
And wired bones
I can't see the substance
An empty gnome
Another victory
Another plaint
Another mad night
In this estate
Can't see the shoreline
From on this boat
You're living brightly
Switch the remote
And I'm not glad of what I used to know
And I'm not glad of what I used to show at all again
And I'm alone again
But used to it all my friend
All the harm
I'm used to it all again
Used to it all my friend
All the harm
♪
I'm used to it all again
Used to it all my friend
All the harm
I'm used to it all again
Used to it all my friend
All the harm
♪
I'm used to it all again
I'm used to it all again
All the harm