Signed Off R. Mutt Lyrics

I was shaking like a leaf on a Fisons plant

I prayed for every illness that the devil sent

I was egged on by a sadist supervisor

I threw myself into the fertiliser

Make no bones about it

I grew up a fine figure of a weed

Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy

To drown my dying squeals

I left the job club torture room

With little applause

They broke up my horizons

Over them there town hall walls

I offered them the services

Of a Marcel Duchamp

They gave me the post

Of a lavatory attendant

Make no bones about it

I grew up a fine figure of a weed

Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy

To drown my dying squeals

My pain in the arts

Had only just begun

When I choked on my own

Bloody disinfectant

Make no bones about it

Make no bones about it

I grew up a fine figure of a weed

Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy

To drown my dying squeals

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car

We know exactly where we are

Going under together in a gas filled car