[Tim's prattle]
This is called "Tarred and Feathered," 'cos Jim's too fat and he's going to die, probably

[Verse 1]
I find that I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons
Do they include everything and they change for every season
It's only a matter of...
Time is of the essence, shall I put up some resistance?
Cursed with the knowledge of my own existence
It's only a matter of...

[Chorus]
Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail
That boxes me together forever it forms the seal
Is the knowledge of my own existence real?

[Verse 2]
I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons
Do they include everything and they change for every season
It's only a matter of...

[Chorus]
Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail
That boxes me together forever it forms the seal
Is the knowledge of my own existence real?
[Verse 3]
A slice of life a piece of mind
Laid on a plate of my own kind
I'll take a key from the gravy
And unlock the cage that holds the ravens in

[Bridge]
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, tarred and feathered

[Hook]
Breathing at home, hoping for the day
The radio and television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do

[Outro]
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil

[Tim's post-song prattle]
It makes me sad to think that one day all of us here will be dead
[Bill prats about on his keyboard, Tim continues]
It's very possible that there is no heaven, so don't relax too much now