My life is comfortable but I don't want that image for my band.
Inside, I'm reasonable but I'll make out they just don't understand.
When we don't feel well let's put on some Velvets
Leave our guitars up against the amp.
And get feedback when I feel that I need that
Air of "look, aren't we dangerous" - that's the time to feedback.
Intense, no compromise, nasty evil cranking up my brain.
Pain, Howl, she's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work.
And I feel cursed and sore, like I'm Thurston Moore like
The darkness in my eyes won't go away.
I get feedback in my bedroom in Nantwich
Stamp my foot down on the angst-switch: that's the time to feedback.
Somebody's knocking on my door; it's the boy from over the road
And he says he shares our obsession and he'd like to join in on the session
I think we'd better let him in, I heard he's got a Theremin
I think we'd better let him in, I've heard he's got a Theremin
And I've seen him walk through the park a lot
And I bet he listens to Arc a lot
I think we'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin
We'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin.
