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I intrude on patience
I intrude on young hearts
I intrude on all such things
That can take you by surpise
Time and time again
So?
I've no welcome for you
I've no welcome for thought
I've no welcome in my house
I've tried too long you know
Time and time again
Oh look there's a man inside
The head's not the museum it's supposed to be
We sleep with machines that breathe
And some even have names
The executive dream
We're all so sincere
I'll sing a song from the film
That broke your heart
Oh look at the smile that cracked
Tomorrow we'll be civilised
And burn the whole world down
We don't believe in you
We're specialised mechanics
In repairing the bitch
You dance around my head
You say it's illegal
But I'm sure it's okay
(P) 1982 Beggars Banquet