Dung Beetle Lyrics

Is this the fag-end, dead-end place where we must cease?

Now take my hand and I'll lead you to the guillotine

Look at the mascara run down your cheekbones

You'll have to get used to being alone



Your stockings ripped and your face is looking pretty beat

But this is one game where you face certain defeat

Don't throw the radio into the bathtub

Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...



I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar

But you'll find another flame to light your fire



Your melodramatic gestures won't do any good

This thing has run it's course

And I wouldn't change it if I could

Don't throw the radio into the bathtub

Don't take those pills cos you don't know what will come of...



I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar

But you'll find another flame to light your fire



I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar

But you'll find another flame to light your fire

I'm sorry all the same if I'm a liar

But you'll find another flame to light your fire

Light your fire, light your fire