| Baby Britain feels the best | |
| Floating over a sea of vodka | |
| Separated from the rest | |
| Fights problems with bigger problems | |
| Sees the ocean fall and rise | |
| Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her | |
| Water pouring from her eyes | |
| Alcoholic and very bitter | |
| For someone half as smart | |
| You'd be a work of art | |
| You put yourself apart | |
| And I can't help until you start | |
| We knocked another couple back | |
| The dead soldiers lined up on the table | |
| Still prepared for an attack | |
| They didn't know they'd been disabled | |
| Felt a wave, a rush of blood | |
| You won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken | |
| And you're out swimming in the flood | |
| You kept back you kept unspoken | |
| For someone half as smart | |
| You'd be a work of art | |
| You put yourself apart | |
| And I can't help until you start | |
| You got a look in your eye | |
| When you're saying goodbye | |
| Like you wanna say hi | |
| The light was on but it was dim | |
| Revolver's been turned over | |
| And now it's ready once again | |
| The radio was playing "crimson and clover" | |
| London bridge is safe and sound | |
| No matter what you keep repeating | |
| Nothing's gonna drag me down | |
| To a death that's not worth cheating | |
| For someone half as smart | |
| You'd be a work of art | |
| You put yourself apart | |
| I can't help until you start | |
| For someone half as smart you'd be a work of art | |
| You put yourself apart |