Till death us do part
A big con of course
If the moral ground changes
So who knows – who knows

Time to blag your way
To wider issues of life
Going straight ahead
To your minutes of fame

Mark your change of heart
You are knowing, corrupt
Your’re robbed of your chance
To get the magic

That’s all I ever wanted
I’m overloaded

What price must be oaid
What can make me stop
It’s time to move on
To work the fat off my soul
You can call me dead
For the public good
Therefore I must be mad
Have no sympathy at all

That’s all I ever wanted
I’m overloaded