Texty: Ian Brown. Deep Pile Dreams.

I've seen you, you've never seen yourself
That's what you pay your shrink for
You're mean, you thinking of no one but yourself
What do you think all the love's for?

I only ever wanted the one with the flag
But all you ever wanted was a sixty-dollar-bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
On the highway

Shut your mouth and bend down low
Sit back and watch the flowers grow
Yeah, people change but it was never a game
Go wash your face and your hands 'cos we all look the same

I only ever wanted the one with the flag
But all you ever wanted was a sixty-dollar-bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
On the highway

See no hear no, so why do you go and speak so
Talking pouring scorn on the bone
I closed the door on your cold breath wish
You went and gave your tongue to a devil on a dish

I only ever wanted the one with the flag
But all you ever wanted was a sixty-dollar-bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
On the highway

I only ever wanted the one with the flag
But all you ever wanted was a sixty-dollar-bag
And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream
On the highway