Lies
He who ticks won't talk
'cause if he talks it'll effect your walk
I'm like an itch you don't scratch
Sending me shivers to the small of my back

I'm a high-flying self-raising flower-power beatnik
Watch me walk all over your ceiling
Watch me walk all over your ceiling
After this doobie I'm leaving

Don't lie
You're worth more dead than alive
Don't lie
You're worth more dead than alive

Hurricane tents for luxury camping
I'm sick and tired of your wallet expanding
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm tired and sick, I'm going on a trip

Biscuits and crisps nothing better than this
You eat Weetabix with nothing on it
And I
Got no money