Текст песни: Robbie Williams. Reality Killed The Video Star. Blasphemy.

The Egyptians built their pyramids
The Romans did what they did
Now everything?s come down to this
It?s just you and I, our kin!!!

We could send a million to the moon
But why can?t I get on with you?
Cellophane around my mouth
Stops the anger sipping out

Our deaf and dumb dinners
Gravy in the mud
No singles, just fillers
Sometimes I wish I could
But I can?t behave

I know it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately,
Internally
Don?t turn to me,
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
You could learn a useful lesson

What?s so great about the Great Depression
Is it a blast for you?
Blasphemy

Words cut like a knife throughVaseline
You can?t really mean what you mean
When you say what you say
So tourettes make them come out that way,
Wish I was here well I wish you weren?t
Your gift of anger?s better burnt
If nothing?s said then nothing?s learnt
I though I wasn?t but I?m really hurting

Our deaf and dumb dinners,
There?s gravy in the mud
And I can?t behave
No, it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately,
Internally

Don?t turn to me
Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
What?s so great about the Great Depression
Was it a blast for you,
Blasphemy

A great adventure Christmas in the snow
Senile Dementia maybe, what a way to go
I can't behave
I know it?s not the heathen in me
It?s just that I?ve been bleeding lately,
Internally
So turn to me
Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon
We could learn a useful lesson
In a greatness great depression
It?s not a blast for me,
It?s blasphemy