Lyrics

Not Designed for Pleasure

No dog in this fight
under the arc light
I'm gonna get right
in my withered stump of a life

I don't get out much
(simean death clutch)
know I'm a soft touch
(drizzle me skinny!)

I had an Insight
caught in the dwarf light
keeps me awake nights
(Got my mugging money Got my mugging money )

Baphomet has gone underground
see his catharsis with the angel in the glasses
and all of Gods' children sing that the party will go on for ever
I am not designed for pleasure

out in the lean-to
where I don't mean to
need gasoline to
weaponise the themes of the night
it's so unfair to...
I just don't care to...
I'm not prepared to
'intermitzy titzy tool!'
no time to boo-hoo
try not to scream thru
all of this woo hoo
(got my mugging money got my mugging money)

Emerson saw into my brain
and I can't possibly say
that it will ever be the same

All the rat children think this will go on for ever
whatever...
I am not designed for pleasure…

Prefer to dwell on this side of the Basin
I wrote the book on impenetrable confabulation
The windowlickers are Go!
(misanthropic jollies - dingalinga went the the trolley)
bought the film rights to the limbic stem
Boomtang!
Shick-Shack!
I don't know when and
I don't know why but - I came here to learn
(got my mugging money got my mugging money)

and all the rat children
I do declare are not looking too clever
I am not designed for pleasure...
.....I am not designed for pleasure