(Look at Me. In My attic there's a mirror. I never ask for advice and never change My mind once its made up, when the rats desert it's 'cos I sink the ship.)
This is how it should be
As far as it can go-oh-oh
Numbers with no words are offred up
It's just like watching Brazil
Flexing muscles in the mirror
Singing with no voice
A holy choir
Lie down and relax
This shouldn't take too long
in the church of the almost here end there's a shining light
Mirror mirror looking in the mirror