We always said we’d come back
Arthritic cannibals, draconian trash
Weird, the old gods are coming home
Easter Island gonna save my bones
Rock steady in your Morrissey tan
Stunned white faces buried in the sand
Gimme no love no fascination
Gimme no soul no fascination
Gimme no bread no fascination
Gimme no eyes no fascination
Hear the syncopated marching, drum-machines
26,000 open apple C
No conviction, heads in atrophy
Silver spoon eyes and their faces clean
Gimme no love no fascination
Gimme no heart no fascination
Gimme no soul no fascination
Gimme no eyes no fascination

Gimme no love no fascination
Gimme no heart no fascination
Gimme no soul no fascination
Gimme no eyes no fascination