Letras:Robbie Williams. Blasphemy.

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?
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

I know 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
Is it a blast for you?
Blasphemy

Words cut like a knife throughVaseline
You can?t really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So tourettes 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
Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon
We 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
Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go
I can't behave
I know 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
In a greatness great depression
It?s not a blast for me,
It?s blasphemy