I run the Whitnash loop
On my rusting knees
Soak in the Tachbrook view
Four times a week
The vilest thoughts have brought me here
But I know in the shade I'll disappear
It's heaven in your mind
But heaven isn't male
The sweetest neural tide
Put a sting in the tale
I know the echo cage
I bet you'd chirp and snarl
The odour rats us out
As we dissolve
Oh, green or red
Green or red
Not with your hands
Not in your bed
Ricardo, what have you done
What have you done
Gasp into the dark
Why do I run