Fall Out Lyrics

It never occurs to me
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 tranquillisers, vallium 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