Now's as good a time as any, so here goes Through all the years, and there've been many, we've been close We've always said What's on our minds And so before we go, there's one more thing that you should know I can't go on, just like before I'm turning off at this next turning in the road I imagine you'd guessed And I won't try to express All the jumbled mess of wiring I have inside Except to tell you that the whole thing's going around in my head Like some hysterical roulette wheel ----------------------------------------- And I can't explain I can't explain But something's changed Something's changed And something tells me From now on Nothing Is ever Going to be the same again ----------------------------------------- Inch by inch, step by step, blow by blow Behind the glass, things flash past, streetlights glow I'm twice removed I'm two hours slow I'm pulled along, my arms outstretched, the world in tow Sit me down Explain the role Am I okay? There's something gripped me, won't let go Some little feature Like some little preacher Like some little creature that I have inside And I'm sorry but the poor thing's running around in my head Like an experiment I can't control ----------------------------------------- And I can't explain I can't explain Except that something's changed Except that something's changed And I suspect From now on Nothing Is ever Going to be the same again ----------------------------------------- 2am, someone phones, time to go I step outside, I see the sky above the glow Goddamn it's blue Goddamn it's so still Oh, I love this life, I finally get it, and now I know I've been asleep My whole life But now my eyes are open wide, and now I know And something just hit me Something just bit me Like some injured little wild thing I took inside And I'm sorry but the whole thing's going around in my head Like a ball, like a record, like a hammer, like a freight train ----------------------------------------- And I can't explain Except that something's changed Everything's changed And this infinite space The stars and moon Everything is strange and new Strange and new Strange and new Strange and new -----------------------------------------

In a big glass shell in UCL there lies Jeremy Bentham's head With his 2 glass eyes just slightly surprised, as if he's just realised he's dead The case is locked with 5 separate keys 2 you turn simultaneously Just in case some UCL student tries to roll him around again But back in his heyday, each day was like a payday He lived so large they let him live on in his own way That when death should come he'd be turned into a mummy And put out on show like a tailor's dummy But the head got damaged, now it's leather and red And if you see what's stuck on the body instead Well, it looks more pretty But it's still a pity Because that's not really Jeremy Bentham's head ----------------------------------------- Because the real head tried to find a key to open up the greatest door And understand this thing called Happiness so we'd be in chains no more Map it out with logical laws Single out the logical flaws I believe that this endeavour is still the greatest of all And then there's the vision of Utilitarianism Felicific Calculus and cleaning up the prisons A wider vote and an equal share, yeah Rates laws, state schools, modern underwear, yeah And that's just a fraction, a moderate selection Of ways that he helped to change society's direction A drop in the ocean Of some of the notions That started life in Jeremy Bentham's head ----------------------------------------- But it was 1832 when he began his mortal slumber And we're a long way away from that 'Greatest Happiness for the Greatest Number' And with each passing year Doubt has trickled like a leak Until the modern mind is too confused to speak And our philosophers are up to their eyebrows, swimming in words words words... ----------------------------------------- Well, we can map out the world to the smallest degree, we can transplant a failing heart We can travel in space, harness air and sea, we can pull an atom apart But time goes on and still I see Happiness is a mystery What it is, how it fits together, well, we don't even know where to start... But we must start somewhere, or else we'll end up nowhere If we don't make the effort then we're never going to get there I can't just wait and leave it all to chance that A man like Bentham will give me all the answers Perhaps he had his own map laid outspread Before he took his little detour to the land of the dead, but hey I'll never get it I might as well forget it Because it's all locked up in Jeremy Bentham's head

He that hath a Gospel To loose upon Mankind, Though he serve it utterly — Body, soul and mind — Though he go to Calvary Daily for its gain — It is His Disciple Shall make his labour vain. ----------------------------------------- He that hath a Gospel For all earth to own — Though he etch it on the steel, Or carve it on the stone — Not to be misdoubted Through the after-days — It is His Disciple Shall read it many ways. ----------------------------------------- It is His Disciple (Ere Those Bones are dust) Who shall change the Charter, Who shall split the Trust — Amplify distinctions, Rationalize the Claim; Preaching that the Master Would have done the same. ----------------------------------------- It is His Disciple Who shall tell us how Much the Master would have scrapped Had he lived till now — What he would have modified Of what he said before. It is His Disciple Shall do this and more.... ----------------------------------------- He that hath a Gospel Whereby Heaven is won (Carpenter, or cameleer, Or Maya's dreaming son), Many swords shall pierce Him, Mingling blood with gall; But His Own Disciple Shall wound Him worst of all!

Here are my secrets, here are my scars Don't tell a soul, don't even tell the stars Here's my love Here's my fear Here's my mouth whispering in your ear Here's my heart Force the doors Here's my hand reaching out for yours Here's me broken, here's me on my knees And it's a 'hey', a 'ho' A drum roll please One more layer in the Big Striptease ----------------------------------------- Opening my diary, and reading out a page Taking off my shoes on a spotlit stage I'm afraid I'm shy That part's true Gadzooks! Does that mean that I'm in love with you? But be wary There's a game being played Don't rush to touch the movie screen And feel betrayed The surface ripples though the waters freeze And the beat goes on Another drum roll please One more layer in the Big Striptease ----------------------------------------- And she says oh She says oh I mean, I know he's English, but even so How many more layers are there to go? Is there a core? Does he even know? ----------------------------------------- Well I can't go back to Athens, too many memories Did I ever tell you about my tragic disease? Little boy lost, emotionally scarred Who couldn't tell the truth if it was read off a card 1990, Mary Louise Popped my cherry on the grand high seas Did I ever mention, I'm really Vietnamese? Heads up, lovers Drum roll please One more layer in the Big Striptease Make it last And they all leave pleased Keep 'em coming back to the Big Striptease Leave 'em wanting more in the Big Striptease...

Sertraline will hone in On your Serotonin Doxepin delimits The Noradrenaline in Paroxetine, Fluoxetine excel in commissioned polls 25% or more than placebo-based controls Pills to purge your melancholy urges, or so they say I wish there was a pill that would really take the pain away ----------------------------------------- MDMA will Just kiss the night away till The next quick fix of love in A yellow, pink or grey pill Alcohol will soothe it all then make it 20 times worse again Crack Cocaine will pulp your brain, but make you credible in LA Tranquillisers only sterilise the pain until the break of day Still we think they sell a pill that will really take the pain away ----------------------------------------- True love can cure it But it's rarer than a blue moon Could wait a lifetime for it And never feel the monsoon This world's beauty moulds it But god, it's hard to hold it It's only really music That helps me to control it These stones inside my head that make all of the colours just bleed away But damn the skies, I'm not the kind who lies in their own pity and wastes away I'll learn the skill because I have the will and I believe that there's no other way And I'm going to find a pill that will really take the pain away