I give up, we're all fucked
A pile of bodies for the dustbin man
It was a party where the truth spilled out
And people woke up with a different plan
A skinny hippy, in the kitchen
Doing magic: turning water into wine
It looked dodgy but it tasted fine.

Wrap me up in sellotape
Bind my body to my mistakes
The Daily Mail readers have defeated me
Spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek

I was a scientist until I was twenty-two
I had an education ready for use
But last night Mother Nature gave me head on the beach
And she hung out of reach until I begged for her
I told her everything... I told her too much
I told her everything... I told her too much
I told her everything... (you always do that)

Wrap me up in sellotape
Bind my body to my mistakes
The Daily Mail readers have defeated me
spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek

We will carry on and on without you
When you leave the room without you
Breathe the open air, remember why you're there
Or you will be the first against the wall
When the revolution comes, we'll be having fun

Wrap me up in sellotape
Bind my body to my mistakes
The dumb motherfuckers have defeated me
Spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek


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Sellotape (Dawson's Creek) song meanings
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