Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit
It's where my bones fit, where I'm comfortable
No one can deny me my natural instincts
They're what I'm drawn to, where I waste my time
Rationalise your own revolution
It can be easily compressed
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Make light of greedy promoters
They can be easily bypassed
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
That fly, that damned fly
Makes me sick, leaves me compromised
There must be a logic behind the madness
If it's financial then it's deeply flawed
Someone should remind them that in this business
Bad acoustics are an awful start
Rationalise your own revolution
It can be easily compressed
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Make light of greedy promoters
They can be easily bypassed
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
Touch his skin, he feels like a man
That fly, that damned fly
Makes me sick, leaves me compromised
Rationalise your own revolution
It can be easily compressed
Without the young and the desperate
They won't have anyone left