And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in (breathe in, breathe in, breathe in)
People pushing on my sides
Is something that I hate
And so is sitting down to eat
With only little capsules on my plate
Point me at the sky and let it fly (point me at the sky and let it fly)
Point me at the sky and let it fly (point me at the sky and let it fly)
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Disappearing contributors - part 2
anyone else seen this about Iceland supermarket???
