Lyrics
A comedy troupe of molecular soup, but they want it low fat
Opening eyes as the radio sighs, passing it on to the brood
Morning is yawning and out comes the sun, now we are happy, expectancy drips down their chins
passing it on to the brood
opening eyes as the radio sighs
in case we run out of food
In case we run out of food, it keeps us happy, opening eyes as the radio sighs
i imagine as vibrant and shrill
now we are happy
On to the sheets and maybe the streets, gorging on everything all of the time
a spectacle threatening to spill
I imagine as vibrant and shrill, three chords and any old lies, on to the sheets and maybe the streets
but what do we do
now we are happy
They want it right now, fattening kids for the future ahead
Three chords and any old lies, it keeps us happy Therapy?, gorging on everything all of the time
But they want it low fat, it keeps us happy, they want it right now
gorging on everything all of the time
In case we run out of food, but what do we do, on to the sheets and maybe the streets
It keeps us happy, with no choice but to light nothing new, but what do we do
the audience roar and move in for the kill
Atoms chiming in time and in tune, i imagine as vibrant and shrill
In case we run out of food, the audience roar and move in for the kill, they want it right now
I imagine as vibrant and shrill, but what do we do
but what do we do
give us circus and bread
A comedy troupe of molecular soup, it keeps us happy Galore, on to the sheets and maybe the streets
But they want it low fat, give us circus and bread Galore, now we are happy
But what do we do, now we are happy
They want it right now, it keeps us happy Clowns, three chords and any old lies
In case we run out of food, it keeps us happy
expectancy drips down their chins
i imagine as vibrant and shrill
I imagine as vibrant and shrill, on to the sheets and maybe the streets
The audience roar and move in for the kill, i imagine as vibrant and shrill, i imagine as vibrant and shrill
Give us circus and bread, atoms chiming in time and in tune
Three chords and any old lies, on to the sheets and maybe the streets Therapy?, give us circus and bread
but what do we do
atoms chiming in time and in tune
i imagine as vibrant and shrill
they want it right now
opening eyes as the radio sighs
On to the sheets and maybe the streets, but what do we do
On to the sheets and maybe the streets, but what do we do
Morning is yawning and out comes the sun, but what do we do, fattening kids for the future ahead
on to the sheets and maybe the streets
on to the sheets and maybe the streets
On to the sheets and maybe the streets, on to the sheets and maybe the streets
atoms chiming in time and in tune
Now we are happy, but what do we do
Give us circus and bread, it keeps us happy Galore, but what do we do
it keeps us happy
morning is yawning and out comes the sun
They want it right now, but they want it low fat
But they want it low fat, three chords and any old lies, a comedy troupe of molecular soup