I’ve got nothing left to read all my books are
in my head
There’s nothing new to see sputnik flew but now
is dead
And the talkshow hosts reply to the talkshow
questions
Unintimidated by the marvellous selection
It’s a marvellous selection
Chorus:
And is this what you came for?
What you came for?
Spinning round your figure eight
He says what’s your saviour
What’s a saviour
Will it depreciate
And to the deathbed from the cradle
They said “Strip it off while you’re young
and able”
But he finds
He finds
He’s Flashblind
And the people like to see what they put their
money in
So the telephone it rings and is hung back up
again
And everyone’s a writer but all the good ones
dead
Their inspiration ringing in my hollow head
Chorus:
And is this what you came for?
What you came for?
Spinning round your figure eight
He says what’s your saviour
What’s a saviour
Will it depreciate
And to the deathbed from the cradle
They said “ Get it on while you’re young and
able”
But he finds, he finds…Carry on
And to the deathbed from the cradle
They said “Strip it off while you’re young
and able”
But he finds
He finds
He’s Flashblind
I’ve got nothing left to read
There’s nothing left of me
There’s nothing new to see
Flashblind
I got nothing left to read
There’s nothing here to see
There’s nothing left of me
We’re all Flashblind
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