Retail therapy's so So far behind Me I can't lose This taxonomy's got My world in chains But I won't bruise Standing for the photograph An asian man A plastic gun Put my discontent in A slot machine And thought I'd won You cellophaned your arm To propagate your charm Your harvest always fails That isn't fertiliser You're wearing on your face With one that was unwound You tied me to the ground Six weeks and five days passed I found the answers there Tied down to the grass Sixteen girls come over me And tie me down Down to a tree She's got two for one C.I.T.V. on DMT You cellophaned your arm To propagate your charm Your harvest always fails That isn't fertiliser You're wearing on your face With one that was onwound You tied me to the ground Six weeks and five days passed I found the answers there Tied down to the grass Suddenly everyone explodes (everyone explodes) Aaaaah!