Il testo della Further complications

In the beginning there was nothing &,
To be honest, that suited me just fine.
I was three weeks late coming out of the womb
In no great rush to join the rest of mankind
Where there were:

Further complications -
Further complications in store.

I was not born in war-time &
I was not born in pain or poverty.
I need an addiction,
I need an affliction;
To cultivate a personality.

I need some:
Further complications.
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.

The enemy without has now moved in somewhere else.
If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself?
Go fight your battles - go to a disco.
You want to suffer? go to a rock show.

Do you follow me?
Then follow me to:

Further complications -
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.

Over-fill it and the straps will snap.
& i used to think that people all chose lives they led
But there's so many other choices
That you've got to make instead.

Don't write a novel; a shopping-list is better.
It's a complicated boogie & i don't know any better, baby.

Further complications -
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier bag.

Over-fill it and the straps will snap.

Further complications - further complications

Do you follow me?