Lyrics

Four-hundred-million years ago... When the first fish crawled up onto the land... Our land! "You get back in the sea! You finned cunt!" Comin' up 'ere. Onto our land! With your barely developed lungs. And your hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow for fish... Get back in the sea! You finned cunt! Get back in the sea! ...And concentrate on making it aquatically prosperous. Instead of comin' up 'ere onto the land, and beginning the process of evolution that will eventually lead to all life on Earth as we know it. It's too full – isn' it?! Not Britain! Reality is too full. Reality... Reality There's too much stuff everywhere... Reality I liked it when there was nothing. And it was just an infinite void of nothing, and nothing existed. It was brilliant. 'Member? 'Member the old nothing? ('Member the old nothing?) Old times of nothing, 'member? The old times of nothing, 'member? When there was nothing, 'member? (Nothing.) Ah, the old nothing days. 'Member when there was nothing? Ah... Oh, there's nothing Oh, there's nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, there's nothing At all! Oi! Oi! Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, there's nothing At all! And... And... Nothing at all Nothing at all There was no planets, was there? No, and there was no suns There was no crime You could leave the house unlocked, couldn't you? Because it didn't exist... [*audience laughter*]