I'm not the flighty gecko you chased into the crack in the stump
Of the sycamore tree
Ronald said adjusting was the last thing I should do when I'm drunk
Because the world's the disease

The head splits from the body
The decay begins to face its own decay
It's like the tail that wags the dog

Cinnamon's the smell of someone who would rather be alive
A reciprocal girl
A person who is stubbornly releasing all the drones in the hive
It's a reciprocal world

When the head splits from the body
The decay begins to face its own decay
It's like the quack that leads the duck

And Ronald tells me madness is the only sane response to the machine
To things as they are
I see the exhibitionist believes it only happens in a dream
Or in the back of a car
And I was going round and round in the Columbia garage with coloured lights flashing
But only in my head

The Russian girl was Wednesday I think she ran away but that's okay
I've still got her underwear
And I'm becoming all the characters I used to sing about but they
Need the air
And it's the journey that exhausts you, not burying your headache in the fire
In an obstacle world
And Ronald says he's kissed the lips of every live electrical wire
On the Golbourne Road

The head splits from the body
The decay begins to face its own decay
It's just the fish you've got to fry

To disappear is easy when inside you feel you're cut into three
In the shape of a pear
I always wonder how I carry on when things are so unreal
But Ronald says
By being everywhere

The head splits from the body
The decay begins to face its own decay
It's just the pig you've got to fly