You feel the knife stuck in your back   You feel it twist and you hear it crack   Can't make a sound for the sudden pain   You wish your blood were Novocaine      You see the smoke and you feel the flak   You're burning up and you're turning black   They say you fell and you hit your head   Your other bun is Whitenbread      Vicious rumours, paranoic fears   Sonic boomers ringing in your ears   All of this is getting normal now   You'll never go back to your farming plough   Vicious rumours      You're right at home back at William's flat   You heard a sound you turned and shot your cat   Your hands are shaking, everybody sees   And there's a rhythm drumming in your knees      You return into a foreign night   Inside you know something is just not right   Sometimes you duck when you see your pet   Canary turned into a Sabre jet      Shocked consumer - you're just an average guy   Swelling tumor pushing on your eye   And now you know why all the headaches come   And why you're getting progressively numb   Vicious rumours      I've been denied, debriefed, detuned   Sometimes I howl right at the moon   My family treats me gradually   They know my volatility      Vicious rumours, paranoic fears   Sonic boomers ringing in your ears   And now I know why all the headaches come   And why you're getting progressively numb   Vicious rumours      (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)   (Vicious rumours)      [Fade into..]      Who do you think we are   Who do you think we are   Who do you think we are   Who do you think we are   Who do you think we are   We don't care   We don't care