she was an apathetic cynic

but her heart it wasn’t in it

took the five to the line

then she sat there a minute

the sun came up like yesterday, do tell

how it fell



when these business men are finished

they’ll kill the daily grimace

with a cocktail and cock-tease

then with rat-race as jockey

back home to wife or mistress

where they can sit up in their thinking

how we take comfort in our hell



help I don’t want to live

just another person

help I don’t want to live

without a purpose

I don’t want to be

just another fish in the sea

I don’t want to have

to believe



when she was a child she believe in a god

amongst the trees and the sod, the white porch facade

time stood still in the missouri heat

daddy pick me up, now baby brush your teeth

well daddy was a military man

because his daddy was a military man

went off to shoot the japs in vietnam

flew around the world in a tin can

her tin can was a telephone

no one called when they brought his bones



help I don’t want to die

just another person

help I don’t want to die

without a purpose

I don’t want to be

just another fish in the sea

I don’t want to have

to believe



she knew who she was by who she could please

strippin in clubs going down on her knees

for drugs sometimes for currency

the two of which the line thinned between

said "give me something I can stick in my vein

I want to know a God who takes away the pain

at least detox is a devil that the doctors can name"

and heroins a father who stays



help I don’t want to live

just another person

help I don’t want to live

without a purpose

I don’t want to be

just another fish in the sea

I don’t want to have

to believe




acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, keys: Calum Foster-Bayliss
electic guitar: Sam Harbison
backing vocals: Kellie Johnson