Oh Well
(wener/maclure)

She rushes in
Stupid from speed
Too tired to breathe
You come down, but you don't stay long
No one could tell, you're not very well
Grow your nails, paint them loud
While you scratch your cataracts out
Someone said your name so you're proud
Here come the bright lights babe
And like it or not well
And it's much too late for you
Now it's a useless trade
And like it or not well...
It's much too late for you
Sat in your favourite chair
Left your own imprint melting there
Oh well

Chrous:
They'll all come quickly
They all come quickly
They all queue up weekly
Happy that they could all make it
We'll all come oh well
We'll all come oh well
We all line up oh well
Happy that we could all make it
Stumble like a mindless victim....