My life is comfortable   But I don't want that image for my band   Inside I'm reasonable   But I'll make out they just don't understand   When we don't feel well, let's   Put on some Velvets   Lean our guitars up against the amp      We get feedback   When I feel that I need that   Air of "look, aren't we dangerous"   That's the time to feedback      Intense, no compromise   Nasty evil, cracking up my brain   Hey, ho   She's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work      And I feel cursed and sore, like   I'm Thurston More-like   The darkness in my eyes won't go away      I get feedback   In my bedroom in Nantwich   Stamp my foot down on the amp switch   That's the time to feedback      Somebody's knocking on my door   And it's the boy from over the road   And he says he shares our obsessions   And he'd like to join in on the sessions   And the others aren't arsed either way   So I say      I think we'd better let him in   I've heard he's got a theremin   I think we'd better let him in   I've heard he's got a theremin      And I've seen him walk through the park a lot,   And I bet he listens to Arc a lot,      We'd better let him in, he's got a theremin...