To ask anybody what I'm doing here
 (It never) It never occurs to me
 To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing
here
 (Four, five, six seven, eight nine ten,
eleven twelve)
 I know you're purely Marxist
 Your philosophy's so cool
 With your tranquillizers, valium and gin
 You talk of euthanasia
 And your breakdown was so cool
 Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
 This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
 But I didn't think about the fall out
 Fall out
 This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
 But I didn't think about the fall out
 Fall out