Scottish Hell

Satan kissed my dog
Cracked his moral shell
Possessed to wear the kilt
In his Scottish hell

I touched your lips your eyes fell out
On to the floor behind the door
I picked them up and washed them off
And taped them back upon your face

Time Out

Most deals don't need deliberation
That's what I thought
You sung in a language
That I don't really know
And didn't dare to get tought
He who said there's gold around the corner
Is all too right to be wrong
But somehow I feel that I've been cheated
All along in this song

And you just dumped me
In your neighbours garbage can
Could it be so hard to understand?

Most deals don't need conclusion
Yeah, right
You're real good at looking out
For things like your own back

And you just dumped me
In your neighbours garbage can
I guess I'll never learn to understand

Last time it didn't turn out the way I wanted
This time it turned out to be something good
Better grab my money in time to invest it
Cuz the market round here
Ain't really as it should

It's far more universal
I scream my lungs out
I'm not too sure of what you're all about