You said what? Fuck, no No, fuck off I ain't fucking paranoid Let's go back to corridors of mine and also yours Where the dust lays on the shelf in this the quiet hell Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains And heartbreak lays upon the self of this the new born hell, well Times sands, times sands, times sands they fall They fall in to the glass, well Turn it upside down, turn it upside down, turn it upside down it falls It falls into the glass Make shift roaching as I sweat Rush hour and I'm not meant to sweat But they forgive me that I'm sure Here comes the Monday law Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains And heartbreak lays upon the self of this the another hell, well Times sands, times sands, times sands they fall They fall in to the glass, well Turn it upside down, turn it upside down, turn it upside down it falls It falls into the glass It falls into the glass It falls into the glass We hoover on the plastic and bad brains Hoover on the plastic and bad brains We hoover on the plastic and bad brains Hoover on the plastic and bad brains Hoover on the plastic and bad brains Hoover on the plastic and bad brains Hoover on the plastic and bad brains We fall into the glass