The means to an end, the sinful distress   Writing down meaningless words   As vaguely I've had, so the rest of the band   Can learn from the bees and the birds      Concentrate business man you   You haven't got long, planets are ruling your hearts   Stilettos and thighs may be burning your eyes   But it keeps you from falling apart      Heavy but generalized, sordid and wet   Someone advised me to die   Blowing your mind, 'cause you know what you'll find   When you're looking for things in the sky      Under the influence, rotting our nerves   Cutting us off at the mains   Nearing the end with your grandmother's friend   It's something to do when it rains   It's something to do when it rains   [Incomprehensible]