You feel the knife stuck in your back. You feel it twist and you hear it crack. Can't make a sound for the sudden pain. You wish your blood were Novocaine. You see the smoke and you feel the flak. You're burning up and you're turning black. They say you fell and you hit your head. Your other bun is Whitenbread. Vicious rumours paranoic fears. Sonic boomers ringing in your ears. All of this is getting normal now. You'll never go back to your farming plough. Vicious rumours. You're right at home back at William's flat. You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat. Your hands are shaking everybody sees. And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees. You return into a foreign night. Inside you know something is just not right. Sometimes you duck when you see your pet. Canary turned into a Sabre jet. Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy. Swelling tumor pushing on your eye. And now you know why all the headaches come. And why you're getting progressively numb. Vicious rumours. I've been denied debriefed detuned. Sometimes I howl right at the moon. My family treats me gradually. They know my volatility. Vicious rumours paranoic fears. Sonic boomers ringing in your ears. And now I know why all the headaches come. And why you're getting progressively numb. Vicious rumours. (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). (Vicious rumours). Who do you think we are. Who do you think we are. Who do you think we are. Who do you think we are. Who do you think we are. We don't care. We don't care.