Lyrics Only Dead Fish Go With the Flow - Paul McMahon

You can stick your ass in the bidet
You can buy yourself a new heart
You can let the blood
Of a twelve year old virgin
Run fresh through your veins

You can confess your sins or go clear,
Awaken your mind or stake yourself out
You can stand on one bent leg like a fakir
For fifty years

So on your deathbed
Don′t tell me that stupid joke
That lays claim that nobody
Ever told you the truth

You can sail the seven seas
On which your friends lie every day
You can turn the moon into a disco light
Imitate what the guru says

You can find your way back home somehow
To your ambitions and your aims
But when the stampede starts running
You won't have time to see why or complain

So on your deathbed
Don′t tell me that stupid joke
That lays claim that nobody
Ever told you the truth

The stars in the sky
Are burning out
One by one
Like you and I

And the years are rushing in
Picking at the putty on the window frames
And you've miniaturised to speck of dust
In your shrinking cubic room

While outside the world is looming
From the ice-caps to the deserts
From the whistling women
On the balconies of Cartagena
To the book stalls of Bogota

So on your death bed
Don't tell me that stupid joke
That lays claim that nobody
Ever told you the truth
In this river we call life
It′s only the dead fish
That go with the flow