Transitory breakdown

Lyrics

I am starting to think that the end of the world Is a process of narrative fiction inhabited by terrible coincidences And characters with prison tattoos I am loading my shopping bags With soap powder and polynesian truffles Because I cannot imagine what would happen If I didn't, if I couldn't But the way I feel tonight Is a bible boast Of supernatural hands in fictional pies And next to nothing for the skin The way I feel tonight Is a bible boast Of supernatural hands in fictional pies And next to nothing for the skin Skin Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Suh-suh-suh-suh-suh-suh-seriously Let's see these battles in the context of the wars that they didn't become And not waste our time - we've got sinners in cinnamon and post-modern terrorists in shop-fronted derelicts And choices in sauces so rich they would make your tongue itch Just to be near the kitchen where they were brough into the earth (At the age of 62 my grandmother had her first chicken korma - I helped her with the order, and she loved it) But the way I feel tonight Is a bible boast Of supernatural hands in fictional pies And next to nothing for the skin The way I feel tonight Is a bible boast Of supernatural hands in fictional pies And next to nothing for the skin The way I feel tonight In this haunted house Is worth all the trouble Worth all the trouble