Deus

That's right I aim to please
That's right I aim to please
I'm acting like some kind of Victorian serf child
I have considered the possibility of trading fluids
On the platform of the underground station
But I have watched and I have seen
And I have counted all the passers-by
Me and my friend here we have been engaged
In a search for some time months now
For houses hotels and highlights, experienced midwives
For money to turn into medicine
And what do we find?
What do we find?
What do we find?
A shocking lack thereof. But wait...
Wear your moonboots, they suit you too
And more like Elvis Presley on the booze
Believe that you have everything to lose
That's right I aim to please
That's right I aim to please