Baby gets born, rolls on his back, opens his eyes and 
hears a voice
a-saying oh...
I'll tell you a secret about yourself, I'll tell you a 
secret about yourself

Your father was bad, his father was bad, his father was 
bad need I go any further on...?
You not gonna try to involve yourself, your pliable 
head is a walking hope

Cos even now, there's a bone snapping, doughy embryo, 
bloody hands clapping, the blood is clapping

If all the boys say you did it, and all the girls say 
you did it,
and if all the boys say you did it, and all the girls 
say you did it

Then man, you're as guilty as the ones the came before, 
you sleepwalked over here, the drawbridge creaks 
ignored.
So leave the engine room and go, leave the engine room 
and build a road,
Leave the engine room, the steam will peter out and I'm
tired of the centuries passing, the vacuum and the womb
and I respect that things have changed and I'm alone
and I remember snatches here, and I involve myself with 
utter madness

Leave me lounging, with my nerves butchered, and the 
ceiling torched, in the birth canal
cos even now, there's a bomb dropping, it's ever 
dropping

Cos all the boys say I did it, and all the girls say I 
did it, and mother all the boys say I did it,
and all the girls say I did it

and man, I'm as guilty as the ones that came before.