Little black numbers
Pushed over steel
Is what you hear
To make you feel free
Little black numbers
Pushed over wood
Is all that you could live for
You are to me
Deeper than souls
Pushed in the ground
Time is a clock
That pushed us together
Makes us feel old
Makes us feel old
Sound pushing down
Sound pushed us down
If heaven and hell
Were both in the same place
Would fences appear
If all the wasps were devils
And bees were the angels
We\'d bat them about
We\'d bat them about
But bees and wasps
Are just fat men and thin girls
They\'re just fat men and thin girls
They\'re just fat men and thin girls
Fat men and thin girls
Fat men and thin girls
Fat men and thin girls ...