Lyrics

Sods Minutes To Go Pathetic Time, time, time Minutes to go, searching crime Outside, people They're marching the streets We're looking out the windows And hearing them preach Dying like an unborn - you decide Looking like Tut Ankh Amon - mummified The days are gone - He never came Just us waiting - what a shame Reflecting us in pictures - scoring Our relations shit-crapped - boring My full-sized mirror is better than you Now marching the streets is the things you do