Blasphemy - Robbie Williams

The Egyptians built their pyramids

The Romans did what they did

Now everything’s come down to this

It’s just you and I, our kid

We could send a million to the Moon

But why can’t I get on with you?

With cellophane around my mouth

Stops the anger seeping out

Our deaf and dumb dinners

Gravy in the mud

No singles just fillers

Sometimes I wish I could, but…

I can’t behave

I know it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately

Internally, don’t turn to me

Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon

You could learn a useful lesson

What’s so great about the great depression?

Was it a blast for you?

'Cause it’s blasphemy

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline

You can’t really mean what you mean

When you say what you say

Tourettes make them come out that way

«Wish I was here», well I wish you weren’t

Your gift of anger’s better burnt

If nothing’s said and nothing’s learnt

I thought I wasn’t but I’m really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners

There’s gravy in the mud and…

I can’t behave

No, it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately

Internally, don’t turn to me

And I’ll bide my tongue, the torrid weapon

I could learn a useful lesson

What’s so great about the great depression?

Was it a blast for you?

Blasphemy

Our great adventure

Christmas in the snow

Senile dementia maybe

What a way to go

I can’t behave

I know it’s not the heathen in me

It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately

Internally, so turn to me

But bite your tongue, your torrid weapon

We could learn a useful lesson

Ain’t it great this great depression?

It’s not a blast for me

It’s blasphemy