Whatever People Say I Am That's What I'm Bot

Lights out in the Wonder Park, your saw-toothed lover boy was quick off the mark

Arabella's got a 70's head, but she's a modern lover. It's an exploration, she's made of outer space

She flicks a red hot revelation off the tip of her tongue

Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence, but you're daft to think she'd care

It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun

Get on your dancing shoes, you sexy little swine

I knew this would be on the cards, I knew you wouldn't fold

How am I supposed to manage my infallible beliefs?

So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space, does it wipe that stupid look off of your face?

I wanna brick by brick, by brick, by...

I'm pinned down by the dark...

He's nearin' the brink, but he thinks first the parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene

"Oh, you've saved me", she screams down the line "The band were fucking wank and I'm not having a nice time"

The disco strobes in the stumbling blocks

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought.

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days.

One of those games you're gonna lose, but you wanna play it just in case.

You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called "cold" before.

Presuming that all things are equal, who'd want to be men of the people when there's people like you?

Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand and lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh