Jack with a spade And master of none Keeping an eye on Chekhov's gun I curse the yellow bastard sun Now my work is finally begun And you talk Talk about the air pollution And I I broke all my new year's resolutions Resolutions Now my work is finally done I've got you on the tip of my tongue Now my cells have all been replaced Swallowed up in a vast empty space And you All you do is talk Talk about the revolution And I I broke all my new year's resolutions Resolutions