I give up, we're all fucked   A pile of bodies for the dustbin man   It was a party where the truth spilled out   And people woke up with a different plan   A skinny hippy, in the kitchen   Doing magic: turning water into wine   It looked dodgy but it tasted fine.      Wrap me up in sellotape   Bind my body to my mistakes   The Daily Mail readers have defeated me   Spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek      I was a scientist until I was twenty-two   I had an education ready for use   But last night Mother Nature gave me head on the beach   And she hung out of reach until I begged for her   I told her everything... I told her too much   I told her everything... I told her too much   I told her everything... (you always do that)      Wrap me up in sellotape   Bind my body to my mistakes   The Daily Mail readers have defeated me   spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek      We will carry on and on without you   When you leave the room without you   Breathe the open air, remember why you're there   Or you will be the first against the wall   When the revolution comes, we'll be having fun      Wrap me up in sellotape   Bind my body to my mistakes   The dumb motherfuckers have defeated me   Spend another sunday watching Dawson's Creek