The shopkeepers 'round here seem to tremble and trade in fear There's a lock-out on self-esteem Discontentment in every dream Now what do we have left to show from a season that's been and gone? Are we still bracing ourselves for a sermon that wouldn't come? I cut my finger once again I drank and drank 'till I was full but the bleeding, it wouldn't end It soaked my shirt, and stained my skin I'd cauterise the wound, but I just can't decide Where do I begin? The kids are back in school and the screws are all working to rule It's a crushing change of Circumstance from a new set of arrogant fools Some refuse to punch the clock They drowned their work ethic out at the Jackson dock Harking back to a 'job for life' as the shopkeepers shiver in strife I bit my tongue off in my sleep Drowning in a crimson cauldron, the taste of metal and rotten meat Through the incoherent gargling You swore you heard me gasp and sing Where do I begin? (Where do I begin?) Where do I begin? Shopkeepers 'round here (shopkeepers 'round here) Seem to tremble and trade in fear Shopkeepers 'round here (shopkeepers 'round here) Seem to tremble and trade in fear