Intro: ) My life is comfortable but I don't want that image for my band. Inside, I'm reasonable but I'll make out they just don't understand. When we don't feel well let's put on some Velvets Leave our guitars up against the amp. And get feedback when I feel that I need that ) Air of "look, aren't we dangerous" - that's the time to feedback. Intense, no compromise, nasty evil cranking up my brain. Pain, Howl, she's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work. And I feel cursed and sore, like I'm Thurston Moore like The darkness in my eyes won't go away. I get feedback in my bedroom in Nantwich Stamp my foot down on the angst-switch: that's the time to feedback. Intro: ) Somebody's knocking on my door; it's the boy from over the road And he says he shares our obsession and he'd like to join in on the session And the others aren't arsed either way, so I say: I think we'd better let him in, I heard he's got a Theremin I think we'd better let him in, I've heard he's got a Theremin And I've seen him walk through the park a lot And I bet he listens to Arc a lot I think we'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin We'd better let him in, he's got a Theremin.