I’ve got nothing left to read all my books are in my head   There’s nothing new to see sputnik flew but now is dead   And the talkshow hosts reply to the talkshow questions   Unintimidated by the marvellous selection   It’s a marvellous selection      Chorus:   And is this what you came for?   What you came for?   Spinning round your figure eight   He says what’s your saviour   What’s a saviour   Will it depreciate      And to the deathbed from the cradle   They said “Strip it off while you’re young and able”   But he finds   He finds   He’s Flashblind      And the people like to see what they put their money in   So the telephone it rings and is hung back up again   And everyone’s a writer but all the good ones dead   Their inspiration ringing in my hollow head      Chorus:   And is this what you came for?   What you came for?   Spinning round your figure eight   He says what’s your saviour   What’s a saviour   Will it depreciate      And to the deathbed from the cradle   They said “ Get it on while you’re young and able”   But he finds, he finds…Carry on      And to the deathbed from the cradle   They said “Strip it off while you’re young and able”   But he finds   He finds   He’s Flashblind      I’ve got nothing left to read   There’s nothing left of me   There’s nothing new to see   Flashblind   I got nothing left to read   There’s nothing here to see   There’s nothing left of me   We’re all Flashblind