Lyrics

A white whale on a background which consists only of black And if it doesn't suit the scenery? Well, I'll drink to that Safety's in the binary Bêtes noires won't feed the thick And it turns my fucking stomach to the point of being sick Three cheers for onanism Let the craven lead the blind to bromidic beds and empty spectacles of cheap design A white whale on a background which consists only of black And if it doesn't suit the scenery? Well, I'll drink to that All they want is 'Rock steady' Shakespeare's in the H20 My favourite colour's six Peter Pan with shit for brains still peddling a myth A white whale on a background which consists only of black And if it doesn't suit the scenery? Well, I'll drink to that All they want is 'Rock steady' I read the message between the lines I caught the captor I've seen the light All they want is 'Rock steady'