Fiction

Yeah, when you don't know what you're talkin' about
When you're clutching at the straws,
When you need a little collaboration
To get your sweaty hands in her drawers
You need a little a fiction baby
A little East European trip
A little fiction man
Get your head out of the shit, hey
Dig that boy, get that husky throat
And that Bloody Mary smile
And the girl with the lines beneath her eyelids
Just servin' for a poetic crime
They got fiction baby
Go to the back of the bus
We got fiction man
Now tell me who do I trust?
Oh go
Ah, quit it
This country used to warm my chest
A memory like a fur-lined coat
But the living-room racists and couch bum potatoes
Got me scrubbing up in the dust
And I swallowed it up as if it was enough
To keep glycerine eatin’the fully sweet
But the nerves in my gut were saying something was up
And now keepin’ my eyes from my feet
Oh so this Christmas time say your prayers for peace
And believe there’s only one source for this shit so deep
You build your walls up high enough
And lifestyle TV when the going gets tough
They're throwing kids in the drink - right!
A little fiction baby
A lie ‘n’ a black hole!
Bring it on, haahh
Bring it on, haahh, ho