Kasabian

Somebody hold their hands out
Coz my mind has gone
I'm walking through all the debris
Coz my kite have gone
You can't get through
Prop up your eggs and bacon
With your silver spoon
I saw you play Old Medusa
In the dungeon room
You can't get through
You've! Got it! On the brain!
Go pop your cherry down Grope Cunny Lane