I suck on biro
The office party is in three weeks time
What shall I wear?
Wet-look in my hair?
I just killed my new boss
I shut that cock up with a rock
Non-stop in his face
Look around you dear, nothing is there

I suck on biro
Stuck in a chair
Where I stare at a square
And answer a phone
I´m thinking of deer
Sculpting and making and being and freezing...
A deer
The phones on my ear
Look around you dear, nothing is there
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next...

I suck on a biro
And taste the black ink
And it tints all my spit green and black
My jaw goes all slack
Well what do you know
It´s time to go
Go back home
It was so so so so
So good today
Look around you dear, nothing is there
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next
Do you detect what´s coming next