Dropping bombs on your homes, make them catacombs But maybe to some, that would make them feel right at home But baby you ache, for a dose of that catamol So I know you're awake, but I know you haven't got a soul Craving that shake to your system You say you don't miss him, but the world saw you kiss him Got a ghastly way of thinking, a broken ism The look in your eyes is eternally dim