Everything Picture - Ultrasound

Fighting…

Biting…

All night…

Crying…

But, oh, what else can I do?

When there’s nothing I can do

To get a hold of you…

When your back breaks and you fall

And you can’t quite kick the ball

The spotlight’s always on you.

When your gearbox slips a disc

And the wheels won’t grip the grist

They come up fast behind you

The only way you can survive

Is to go and take a dive

The referee will save your life

The frantic sponges that wash your face

All I want is some space

But my lips are too sore

To even talk

Only the lonely

Want to know me

But no

Nothing fills the hole

'Cos nothing fills a hole

Giv the dog a bone

When you want to gt it back

But you just don’t have the knack

The only strategy is action

When your shadow hits the fan

Let the muscles in your hand

Paint an EVERYTHING PICTURE…

There is no way I can survive

I went and took a dive

The referee won’t save my life

The frantic sponges that wash your face

All I wanted was space

But my head is too sore

To begin to think…