Blasphemy

Lyricist: Williams, Chambers     Composer: Trevor Horn

The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything's come down to this
It's just you and I, our kin
We could Send a million to the moon
But why can't I get on with you
A Cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger sipping out

Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles, just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could
But I can't behave
No it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately,Internally

Don't turn to me,
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the Great Depression
It's a blast for you
Because it's blasphemy

Words cut like a knife in Vaseline
You can't really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So Let's make them come out that way
Wish I was here well I wish you weren't
Your gift of anger's better burnt
If nothing's said then nothing's learnt
I though I wasn't but I'm really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners,
There's gravy in the mud
And I can't behave
No, it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately,Internally

Don't turn to me
Now Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon
I could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the Great Depression
Was it a blast for you,
Blasphemy

A great adventure Christmas in the snow
Seen our dimension maybe, what a way to go

I won't behave
And though it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately,Internally
So turn to me
Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
Ain't it great this great depression
It's not a blast for me,
This blasphemy