The Egyptians build their pyramids The Romans did what they did Now everything's come down to this It's just you and I - our kid We could send a million to the moon But why can't I get on with you with cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger seeping 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 And bite your tongue - the torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the Great Depression? It's not a blast for me... 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 thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting Our deaf and dumb dinners There's gravy in the mud and ... I can't behave And though it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately internally Don't turn to me And bite your tongue - the torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the Great Depression? It's not a blast for me... It's 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 - the torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson Ain't it great this Great Depression It's not a blast for me... This blasphemy