Primal evil what am I
Tongue-tied until the day I die
There's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction or so they say

And I'm too tird to care about it
Can' t you see it in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never will be

And I'm too tired to care about it
Can't you see it in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?

'Coping', BLUR, Modern Life Is Rubbish.