lunactics over Brighton Songtext / Lyric

wishing living in an house,
where a thousand cats are creeping
feeding up and helping me,
cleaning up my home

these are the frightening moments
the little joke is no more.
where is the space between the wall
and my favourite chair?

i throw the television out,
reading (biographies) of important people
where is the history of the world
reading the whole day.

where's the space between the wall
and my favourite pier?

lunatics! over brighton!
clever beasts of social welfare!

walking in a big garden,
full of flowers and old trees.
painting pictures of new animals
starting their rebellion soon.