Firstly there's a spanner in here   Secondly it has the right of way   And something else is missing   Sometimes sorted out   And wrapped up straight away      Nothing by comparison puts thoughts straight in my mind   As I comfort myself with the will to be unkind   Goes the way of every day to hell with uncle, I      Mr Technique's doing well   And he stands around in poses just like this   But when I gets to thinking it seems better   To betray me with a kiss   We will inform you from day to day   Mr Technique's is a much better way      A change in circumstances   Forget responsibilities   And showbiz personalities?      Goes the way of every day   To hell with uncle, I   [Goes the way of every day]   Know I'm wrong   [To hell with uncle, I]   It must be all this eating in bed   Tell me when it's over   [It must be all this]   A spider is crawling up and eating in bed      Catch this, in a minute      No-one can see or say or do   What no-one wants or not to do   It's scary to be that way   To make use of my body   I'll be round with the tarring can   And stand with the standard man   Who paints us inseperable   But should I break my fall?      In every cry of every man   The mind-forged manacles I hear   Goes the way of every day   To hell with uncle, I   [Goes the way of every day]   Know I'm wrong   [To hell with uncle, I]   It must be all this eating in bed   [Know I'm wrong]   Tell me when it's over   [It must be all this eating in bed]   A spider is crawling up and eating in bed      No-one can see or say or do   What no-one wants or not to do   It's scary to be that way   To make use of my body   The woman with the clap   Takes me round to the back   To the man with the crocodile smile   Who scares me to my hands and knees   But should I break my fall?