Things

Well here's the evidence of human existence

A splitting binbag next to damp boxes

And I cannot find the name for them

They hardly show that I have lived

And the dust' it settles on these things

Displays my age again

Like a new skin made from old skin

That'd barely been lived in

I didn't need these things

I didn't need them' oh

Pointless artifact from a mediocre past

So I shed my clothes' I shed my flesh

Down to the bone and burned the rest

I didn't need these things

I didn't need them' oh

Took them all to bits' turned 'em outside in

And I left them on the floor

and ran for dear life for the door' oh

Useless objects' a gathered a storm of ****

Put them in a silent shed' threw out your life's supplies

When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best

To smarten up the end

And at the front gate' what reward awaits

One pint of low from a holy ghost

An eternity of suffering in the company of all those Christian men

I didn't need these things

I didn't need them' oh

The point was hard to pass

A mediocre past

So I shed my clothes' I shed my flesh

Down to the bone and burned the rest

I didn't need these things

I didn't need them' oh

Took them all to bits' turned 'em outside in

And I left them on the floor

and ran for dear life to the door' oh

Never need these things

I'll never need them' oh

This is you and me' you are human heat

And the things aren't holy things

And the things bring me light' they bring me' oh

Never need these things

I'll never need them' oh

Never going back' so we can drop the past

And we'll leave it on the floor

and run for dear life for the door' oh