Have you seen my pockets? Get with the program Everything's been slipping Straight out of my hands It takes everything to begin again, to begin a– Am I what I say I am? Or do they define me? I was making it by hand Now it's built in your factories It costs you nothing To remark like that About all I have This tiny, tiny, tiny darkness In everyone that you meet This tiny, tiny, tiny likeness It makes us all enemies They said that I could be a star But I bent out of my shape I'm like a washed-up TV host Watching back old tapes It takes everything to begin again This tiny, tiny, tiny darkness In everyone that you meet This tiny, tiny, tiny likeness It makes us all enemies What is it that you call righteous? Well, I don't know what you mean This is all so complicated Maybe I should have got a degree Doo-roo-roo-roo-doo-roo-roo Doo-doo-doo-ooh-roo-roo Doo-roo-roo-roo-doo-roo-roo Doo-doo-doo-ooh-roo-roo This tiny, tiny, tiny darkness In everyone that you meet This tiny, tiny, tiny likeness It makes us all enemies What is it that you call righteous? Well, I don't know what you mean This is all so complicated Maybe I should have got a degree