Spastica - Lyrics - Elastica

A morbid fascination With all things in extreme The limited sports Will leave a spot on me Early in the morning I give it up for sleep I'm going to need attention But all I hear is my heart beat Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh His spastic aspirations Would make a man out of me Bleeding from his brain, Such sensitivity Monsters of the present Are the Monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book Your head's right up your *** Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh It's unbelievable The way you've got it all It seems too probable Oh, Oh The Inner-city fauna Is crawling round your feet a morbid fascination with all things in extreme a limited sport will leave its spot on me early in the morning, i've given up on sleep i'm in need of attention, but all i hear is my heart beat his spastic aspirations will make a man of me brought him for displaying such sensitivity monsters of the present are the monsters of the past took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your *** it's unbelievable, the way you got it all it seems improbable the inner city fauna is crying round your feet i never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet in perpetual fear of being swallowed whole beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale