I wanted to write a proper tune, but I haven’t got a clue Talking 'bout love sounds nice, but it’s too cliché, too overused Political critiques? Complaining 'bout social decay? I'd look like a pseudo-rebel eating brioche on a silver tray. So I stare at the ceiling, waiting for a spark Just shooting my irony straight into the dark If nothing is real, and everything’s been done Might as well write a song about having none. What’s the inspiration when the well runs dry? Just another bloke with a guitar, giving it a try The lack of a subject is the subject today Spinning the silence, making it pay Yeah, the lack of a subject is the subject today. I could tell some nonsense stories, completely out of the blue But that wouldn't make any sense, no meaning shining through So what's the grand idea? What's the master plan? Just staring at this empty napkin with a ballpoint in my hand. So I stare at the ceiling, waiting for a spark Just shooting my irony straight into the dark If nothing is real, and everything’s been done Might as well write a song about having none. What’s the inspiration when the well runs dry? Just another bloke with a guitar, giving it a try The lack of a subject is the subject today Spinning the silence, making it pay Yeah, the lack of a subject is the subject today. No broken hearts to bleed out on the floor No working-class anthems, they don’t sell them anymore Just the hum of the fridge and the glow of the screen The most apathetic rebellion that you’ve ever seen. What’s the inspiration when the well runs dry? Just another bloke with a guitar, giving it a try The lack of a subject is the subject today Spinning the silence, making it pay Yeah, the lack of a subject is the subject today. Nothing to say. Nothing to say at all.
