I'm just lying here
Thinking to myself again
I'm round the bend
I've been driving round
Talking to myself again
Not making no sense
What makes you and
What makes me
What makes men lie
Through their teeth
And what makes ten-ton birds
Fly me across the sea
And who's to say, that if the sun went out today
That all the movie stars would drive their cars away
Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade
What's going down?
What's going around?
I'm climbing the wall
I'm just standing here