Blasphemy Robbie Williams

The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything's come down to this
It's just you and I, our kid

We could send a million to the Moon
But why can't I get on with you?
With cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger seeping out

Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could, but...

I can't behave
I know it's not the heathen in me
It's just that I've been bleeding lately
Internally, don't turn to me
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lesson
What's so great about the great depression?
Was it a blast for you?
'Cause it's blasphemy

Words cut like a knife through Vaseline
You can't really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
Tourettes make them come out that way