text: Dancing in my underpants
  Im gonna run for government
  Im gonna form a covers band anorl 
  Back there by the baby grand
  Did Mr. Winter Wonderland
  Say, Come ere, kid, we really need to talk?
  Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought
  I fantasise, I call it quits
  I swim with the economists
  And I get to the bottom of it for good
  By the time reality hits
  The chimes of freedom fell to bits
  The shining city on the fritz
  They come out of the cracks, thirsty for blood 
  Oh, just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised
  And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried
  Multiplied by five
  I suppose a singer must die
  Singsong Round the Money Tree
  This stunning documentary
  That no one else unfortunately saw
  Such beautiful photography
  Its worth it for the opening scene
  Ive been driving round listening to the score
  Or maybe I just imagined it all
  Ive played to quiet rooms like this before
  Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought