Soundbites Songtext / Lyric

Super furry dromedary and eyes the colour of a dark red sky

And the weekend should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye

This is the gilt edge of the wedge an average grey story

Of a revolutionary who was boring too

This is the *spilt milk stench* of a wretch an average cold walk home

Avoiding the sunspots and soundbites like snowstorms

A vision that does not focus on the weird but rare

And their total despair the crack whore culture

Mindful of nothing it's catchy and touchy and where is the wealth

This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story

Of the revolutionary who was boring too

This is the *spilt milk stain* of wretch, an average cold walk home

Avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms

And I hope my camel is able to handle all the treacherous journeys home

And I've smelled your sandals and my camels

And yours are truly second to none

This is the guilt end of the wedge an average grey story

Of a revolutionary who was boring too

This is the spilt milk smell of wretch an average cold walk home

And avoiding the sunspots soundbites like snowstorms