Robbie Williams – Blasphemy lyrics

The Egyptians built their pyramids,
The Romans did what they did.
Now everything's come down to this,
It's just you and I,
Ah kid we could send a million to the moon,
But why can't I get on with you?
The cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger seeping out.

Our deaf and dumb dinners.
Gravy in the mud.
No singles, just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could,
But...

I can't behave.
I know it's not the heathen in me,
It's just that I've been bleeding lately,
Internally. Don't turn to me.
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon,
You could learn a useful lesson.
What's so great about the Great Depression?
Was it a blast for you?
Cause it's blasphemy.

Word's cut like a knife through Vaseline,
You can't really mean what you mean,
When you say what you say,
Tourettes make them come out that way.
Wish I was here, well I wish you weren't,
Your gift of anger's better burnt.
If nothing's said, then nothing's learned.
I thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting.

Our deaf and dumb dinners.
There's gravy in the mud,
And...

I can't behave.
No, it's not the heathen in me,
It's just that I've been bleeding lately,
Internally, don't turn to me.
And I'll bite my tongue, the torrid weapon,
I could learn a useful lesson.
What's so great about the Great Depression?
Is it a blast for you?
Blasphemy.

Our great adventure,
Christmas in the snow.
Senile dementia maybe,
What a way to go.

I can't behave.
I know it’s not the heathen in me,
It’s just that I’ve been bleeding lately,
Internally. So turn to me.
Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon,
We could learn a useful lesson.
Ain't it great, this Great Depression?
It's not a blast for me,
It's blasphemy