text: You know, had to know what it felt like
  Felt like the world, werent beneath my feet
  Said a distant voice, on the end of the other line
  And I think theres a part of me
  Limbering sober limbs on a beach
  She fell asleep in the sunshine
  Just a tiny little part of me
  Baked bean of mythology, that humbles pie
   Is there anyone in there?
  Oh the adverts, the TV
  The sofas best friends for another week
  All of this 
  And outside was the world shrinking?
  Pavement still sinking
  Beneath another creep, another night
  Sometimes I could feel so weak
  Aint had a drink for weeks
  He needs peanuts, needs a pint
  I hope I dont become these at the bar
  They speak of tales so near, yet so far
  And some had even lost their minds
  And Tony said that he went, and he went, and he went
  And he went, and he went, and he went
  And I went
  And he thinks its a lie!
  And Errol dreamt that hed watched Babylon
  Again and again and again and again and again
  On London live, just last night!
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Twenty-four, in the cells, bitten styrofoam cups to hell
  Of teas a plenty
  And all alone, his rib cage xylophone
  And for he who spied
  The uniform, that I believe those racist police
  Who still sit there to this day
  And sat there way back in 89
  And after all, the type O negative painted the walls
  All the irreparable damage to your skull
  They said your brain might never be the same
  But at least youre still, one of a kind
  And if all that scum rose to the top
  Then why were we left behind?
  Another seahorse floats on by
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside
  Another seahorse grows inside