TWO FOR NERO


Tell me why you came here,
squatting round a Game-Gear
like Sega never died

We met inside a warzone
you said "let's fuck the Ozone"
but boy, that hole's too wide

You goosestep round the garden singing
"Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break
my stoic stride, I'm as giddy as a
baby in a centrifuge - it's hard"

And we can argue that our planet's best
don't ring your brother cos there's no contest
I'm sure you'll make a decent father
theres a world war coming in
Oh the seasons I've been worrying

You drown a fly and murmur;
"The Vatican was firmer,
when I was back in school

and we use spray-tan in the trenches now
the problem with the French is how
they won't admit they're fools"

and
you never tell me anything
you never tell me anything
I can't remember dates and times

and I'm sorry for the years I was a
shipwreck boy - it's hard

I want to tell you that it means so much
I want to tell you that it means so much
I'm sure you'll make a decent father
there's a world war coming in
Oh the years that I've been worrying

Oh I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks
Than see you waste away your days with clocks
In every corner of your parent's home
And there's no world war coming in
All the reasons I've been worrying
Just forget the parts you'll never need
All these things I'll tell you when you wake up

Make a child, a child, a forest

Make a child, make a child, make a forest