Suave And Suffocated - Ned's Atomic Dustbin

I waste nobody’s time but my own

Well it’s mine to waste so let it go

My childhood inspection

Is my record collection

And sometimes I need to feel grown

You’ve got your head up your ass

To keep yourself covered

You trip up the past, trip over your mother

How come?

How come you think I’m capable?

That’s bad enough

I need a kick up the ass

To stop feeling smothered

Look up the past, look down to discover

How come?

My childhood obsession

Is my record collection

So what makes us so squeaky clean?

If we’re food for worms

That’s not my scene