Night has fallen Magna Carta on the table Write me a novel Tell me how I'm not quite human yet And people'll ask me "Why don't you get married?" As if that would solve all of my little problems When they say those words Oh, it's kind of condescending Neverending drone Talking about health insurace As assurance for Another new day to worry About the ones you love What else is the future for? Dosing with laudnum Stolen time and stolen music I need a cold one I need some time alone And people will ask me "Where's the money go?" As if I was simply just a tall child When they say those words Oh, it's kind of condescending Neverending drone Talking about health insurace As assurance for Another new day to worry About the ones I love What else is the present for?