Goods may refer to;
The nicest bloke I've ever known
Got locked up in a nursing home
Some disorder of the brain
It had a scientific name
They filled him full of pills and then
Left him with a marker pen
With no paper to his name
He started up a little game
Wrote upon the t.v. screen
And the beverage machine
'Out of order' - wrote on chairs
That someone else was sitting there
Wrote on exit doors 'return'
Wrote on curtains 'will not burn'
Wrote on the telephone 'lines are dead'
Wrote 'on his head' on his head
Even though he was insane
Driven mad by the constant strain
Of repetition and empty scenes
Where everything is and nothing means
Subverting symbols back to front
Proved he was intelligent
So they let him out and left me behind
Now I got his pen and plenty of time
All of this just goes to show
What words can do with the status quo
I come bearing, we can see that we caused your leaving our dawning land
I come with delivery, and I have wrapped it in my mourning band
I bring you my history that I expect your tender arms around me
Give it love and think of me
These are the letters from a compound
Seal it, guarded by a novelty
Where we release the premises too deep
Time finally caught up with me
Molded in the image of the feared fugitive
Don't doubt the playful
Say your greetings with goodbyes
Your cup is brim full
Silence sinking with a smile
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Don't expect to hear from me
'Cause I have got to feed our hungry mouths
I do enjoy your company
But we must work to keep you content
I see the error in the ways in me
I release the premises too deep
Courage finally caught up with me
Molded in the image of the feared fugitive
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Now we finally got
Our time to take a shot
Changes what is given to decide just who to fight
Don't doubt the playful
Say your greetings with goodbyes
Your cup is brim full