Barefooted could've beens, playing snakes and ladders climbing up the gravel walk welcome them inside and you watch their words collide as they try to talk show them the doors to the cold star chamber they say "after you" then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind held by a thumbscrew
That's you, yeah you, ah that's you waiting for the world to come to you
Spare me the dose of your reneoed wisdom that you think is new 'cos good all time's making monkeys out of small time flunkies like you
That's you, yeah you, ah that's you waiting for the world, waiting for the world to come to you.
