This is for every life story,
Every detail,
Ex-dot com millionaires
With shitty jobs in retail,
Every ingrown toenail,
Pile of junk mail,
Driving test drive fail,
Vain search for the Holy Grail.
Every move you make,
Every breath you take,
Every 12 inch record your dumped girlfriend decided to break,
And all the underachieving geezers getting more leaning and
Piza on melon Bacardi Breezers and skinny plastic cached reefers,
And every impotent porn star,
And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars,
And all the ravers that wishing they were back in '89,
Because everything was so much better the first time.
Jack Jack Jack Jack your body.
And all the buskers looking for change in the station,
Every money grabbing musical collaboration,
And every last member of the X generation
Addicted to the Internet drugs and masturbation.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
This is for every life story,
Every chapter,
Every memory stored,
And photograph captured,
Cause even the most mundane things can shine forth like a beacon,
Make your palms sweaty and knees weaken.
Well there's an awful lot of false gods speaking
We're scratching in the dark for something true to believe in.
Just keep breathing,
And hope that in the long run
That's a real hand you're tightly squeezing.
This is for everybod' who got cussed down in the playground,
And every bad boy who shit it when his mates weren't around,
And all the bedroom DJs perfecting their skills,
And every girl with a complex and a handful of slimming pills.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
This is for every life story,
Every intertwined tale of guts and glory,
Course some of them are nice and bright and corny,
And some of them will shake your hand less warmly,
Outlook still stormy,
Every sweeping saga from the here now to the here after,
Tall tales around the campfire,
Tragedies of fallen empire,
And everything that will and won't transpire.
Sometimes it's just too dire.
Bollockal
Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles,
Lugging chronicles like baggage handlers,
I'm not sticking around,
I'm shipping out with the ramblers,
Collecting chapters of fractures and raptures,
High on a cactus with a bunch of backpackers,
Toasting Bacchus with a shot of Cachaca,
But that's another story,
And I'll tell it if you let me,
But in the meantime just remember to forget me.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
Forget me this is all about you,
Forget us this is all about you,
Forget we this is all about you,
We're just the siphon the sounds come through.
