Testo Polythene

You got this lack of information
Know everything, you are mistaken
There's nothing to talk about
You never talk, you shout
Well I can do without it
Every day's the same and you don't see it my way
No point, it's just too late
Shit served up on your plate It seems like nothing's going on
So tell me that I'm wrong.

I've got this lack of inspiration
The telly and the conversation
There's no-one to laugh about
Well I can do without ever decreasing circles
Song remains the same and you don't see it my way
No point, it's just too late
Shit served up on your plate
It seems like nothing's going on
So tell me that I'm wrong.

Here comes the sun for everyone, it won't be long
There's a place you can go when it starts to unfold Then you know, yes you know as the rain turns to snow
At the end of your dream, wrapped away in polythene
You'll feel fine.