Spastica

A morbid fascination
 With all things in extreme
 The limited sports
 Will leave a spot on me
 Early in the morning
 I give it up for sleep
 I'm going to need attention
 But all I hear is my heart beat
 Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
 His spastic aspirations
 Would make a man out of me
 Bleeding from his brain, Such sensitivity
 Monsters of the present
 Are the Monsters of the past
 Took a look in your lyric book
 Your head's right up your arse
 Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
 It's unbelievable
 The way you've got it all
 It seems too probable
 Oh, Oh
 The Inner-city fauna
 Is crawling round your feet
 a morbid fascination with all things in extreme
 a limited sport will leave its spot on me
 early in the morning, i've given up on sleep
 i'm in need of attention, but all i hear is my heart beat
 his spastic aspirations will make a man of me
 brought him for displaying such sensitivity
 monsters of the present are the monsters of the past
 took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse
 it's unbelievable, the way you got it all
 it seems improbable
 the inner city fauna is crying round your feet
 i never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet
 in perpetual fear of being swallowed whole
 beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale