David Gray

Yeah yeah
Is the answer none of the above
Crouched in a whole like a mud-streaked fugitive
And everyday a different version of
Pourin it away like a water through a sieve
Hey better realize my friend
Love in the end now you can't take it well
Gotta live
If only for a second
I see a twinklin in your eye
Gotta try
Well its flesh and blood and camaflouge
Paint it to the wall now somethings gotta give
Just another right to sabatoge
Seein through the eyes of a mind-rot sedative
When will you realize my friend
Love in the end now you cant take it well
Gotta live