Here Come The Warm Jets

Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
(Father stains), we’re all on our knees
Down on our words and we’ve nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be
Further down we’re all on our (sails)
(Paid to appease) though we’ve nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days
(Further still, their stall in a daze)
We’re down on our knees and we’ve nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say…