"Anything"

[00:00.86] This is my forty-fifth depressing tune.

[00:11.12] They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb.

[00:21.88] And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight,

[00:32.61] 'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight a proper fight.

[00:44.23] So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?

[00:53.85] 'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know

[00:59.13] If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.

[01:07.74] Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign.

[01:18.48] But anything would be fine.

[01:25.40] We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune.

[01:35.65] Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons.

[01:45.51] But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle and the vinyl play

[01:55.12] All the songs of the pain, songs that explain all our circles and strains.

[02:06.64] So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?

[02:15.02] 'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know

[02:21.00] If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.

[02:29.50] Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign.

[02:38.75] But anything would be fine.

[03:16.62] We're all dying and we'd like to know

[03:21.00] If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.

[03:29.74] "Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign"

[03:38.89] "And we should like to see you pack your tents, shut down your show."

[03:49.14] And we should like to see a burning bush-type sign

[03:59.15] But anything would be fine

[04:04.41] Oh, anything would be fine