Spastica - Elastica

A morbid fascination with

All things in extremes

A limited sport will leave

Its spot on me

Early in the morning

I've given up on sleep

I'm in the attention

But all I hear is my heart beat

Your spastic aspirations

Will make a man of me

Brought him for his playing

Such sensitivity

Monsters of the present are

The monsters of the past

Took a look in your lyric book

Your head's right up your arse

It's unbelievable

The way you've got all

It seems improbable

The inner city fauna is

Crying 'round your feet

I never really noticed

How your eyebrows seemed to meet

In perpetual fear of

Being swallowed whole

Beached in the suburbs

In the body of a whale