Robyn Hitchcock I Want To Tell You About What I Want
You think I'm a thug?
I hear you thinking I'm a thug
Sentimental like a thug
Well I lack the physique but yes sir, it's a brutal try
We dive for pearls
In the drain
And hold dying competitions
Who can squirt blood furthest
Into the mouths of our cannibal overlords?
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
You think I'm ungenerous?
Really?
In what way?
The more you give someone the more they want from you
Rubbishing people is fun, it's second to none in the joy that it brings to the self-righteous mind
Awooo! That's my head on a string baby
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want world peace
Gentle socialismo, no machismo
And the only god should be the god of L.O.V.E
I want a non-invasive kind of telepathy
That lets you feel what it's like to be somebody else
Feel what it's like to be somebody else
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
We're replacing ourselves with artificial thought
(boop boop b'doo)
And that could be our legacy
Before the feline dynasty
Scampers over history
Skiddly bop skiddly bop skiddly bop
And the machines
Count up to heaven
24/7
But 8 billion zeroes
Is still zero
If you've got no heart
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want
What I want
What I want
(what I want)
(what I want)
