Little black numbers

Pushed over steel

Is what you hear

To make you feel free

Little black numbers

Pushed over wood

Is all that you could live for



You are to me

Deeper than souls

Pushed in the ground

Time is a clock

That pushed us together

Makes us feel old

Makes us feel old

Sound pushing down

Sound pushed us down



If heaven and hell

Were both in the same place

Would fences appear

If all the wasps were devils

And bees were the angels

We'd bat them about

We'd bat them about

But bees and wasps

Are just fat men and thin girls

They're just fat men and thin girls

They're just fat men and thin girls

Fat men and thin girls

Fat men and thin girls

Fat men and thin girls ...