San Antonio Foam Party Songtext / Lyric

If I had agoraphobia

And if I had claustrophobia

Trapped inside my porch

Things would be bleak

Especially midweek



Your weird dreams

Don't impress in any way

In dreams

Weird things are mundane and everyday

Strange to me would be

Buying a loaf

And coming straight home



Try and get your arse downtown next week

I'm going to prove once and for all

To the LTA hey-hey-hey

That Tim and Greg are not golden boys

They are in fact automatons

I've seen the chips and wires

And the circuit boards






“The reservoirs are colder

And deeper than you think”

Well stop, wait a minute Mr Spokesman

You don't know what I think

Is your lake about

(hmm now let's see)

A hundred miles deep

And ninety below?



And is it home to sharks?



It's gonna end up

With the storming of a brothel in Palermo

Sniffer dogs in, fluorescent bibs



I've seen the chips and wires

I've seen the circuit boards

I've seen the chips and wires

I've seen the circuit boards



This is me pleading for some civic pride

Use it or lose it the park and ride

Twin town said we just weren't cool

So now we got a suicide pact with Goole



I've seen the chips and wires

I've seen the circuit boards

I've seen the chips and wires

I've seen the circuit boards