Walking through these streets at night I feel uncertain Walking through the town centre I see things have changed Given a choice between fast or quiet, I choose fast Given a choice between broken or slowly, l choose broken Bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head on a plate on plate on a silver plate Bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head on a plate on plate on a silver plate And it seems that the future isn’t as good as the past And it seems that my future isn’t as good as your future Given a choice between what I know and what I imagine, I choose my dreams Given a choice between what I see and what I desire, I want it all Walking through these streets at night I feel uncertain There is less than I remember, things are different than I had hoped Given a choice between right now or difficult, I choose right now Given a choice between sugar or history, I choose sugar Bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head on a plate on plate on a silver plate Bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head of John the Baptist on a plate bring me the head on a plate on plate on a silver plate And it seems like why not is better looking than I expected And it seems that my elders and my betters are liars and charlatans Given a choice between snake oil or broken dreams, I choose snake oil Given a choice between illusions or coffee, I choose a state of emergency

One time out of ten I’m probably right Nine times out of ten I fuck everything up I look out the window And everything’s shit I draw the curtains Cos I’m too tired to think Everyday I go down to the shop There’s nothing to buy The economy’s fucked Everyday We fall into bed We're so frigging tired We’ve no will left to fuck I’ve got a problem That I’ve promised to fix I don’t even know What that problem is I went to the doctor But the doctor was gone The house was empty Everything had been taken away Everyday I go back to the shop There’s still nothing to buy The economy’s fucked Everyday I fall into bed I’m so frigging tired I’ve no will left to act One time out of ten…