The Gods Of Not Very Much

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we锛噐e thick or if we锛噐e clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we锛噐e meeting in a field

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we锛噐e thick or if we锛噐e clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we锛噐e meeting in a field

And we are foolishly drawn

We锛噇l meet, we锛噇l talk, we锛噇l rush

The gods of not very much

We锛噇l meet, we锛噇l talk, we锛噇l rush

The gods of not very much

A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through

Stands at speaker锛噑 corner with a memo tape recorder

Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible

Opened at a page that says he made us all the same

How funny, ironic, the crowd they

They agree to differ as they锛噐e wearing the same t-shirt

Fit in, convention, nothing

You锛噐e just talking rubbish and you know that you锛噐e not

Playing with us

锛嘽os we锛噐e the gods of not very much