Lyrics "Further Complications." - Jarvis Cocker
In
the
geginning
there
was
nothing
&,
To
be
honest,
that
suited
me
just
fine.
I
was
three
weeks
late
coming
out
of
the
womb
In
no
great
rush
to
join
the
rest
of
mankind
Where
there
were:
Further
complications
-
Further
complications
in
store.
I
was
not
born
in
war-time
&
I
was
not
born
in
pain
or
poverty.
I
need
an
addiction,
I
need
an
affliction;
To
cultivate
a
personality.
I
need
some:
Further
complications.
Further
complications
in
store.
Your
life
is
just
a
carrier-bag.
The
enemy
without
has
now
moved
in
somewhere
else.
If
your
parents
didn't
screw
you
up,
why
not
do
it
yourself?
Go
fight
your
battles
- go
to
a
disco.
You
want
to
suffer?
Go
to
a
Rock
Show.
Do
you
follow
me?
Then
follow
me
to:
Further
complications
-
Further
complications
in
store.
Your
life
is
just
a
carrier-bag.
Over-fill
it
and
the
straps
will
snap.
& I
used
to
think
that
people
all
chose
lives
they
led
But
there's
so
many
other
choices
That
you've
got
to
make
instead.
Don't
write
a
novel;
a
shopping-list
is
better.
It's
a
complicated
Boogie
& I
don't
know
any
better,
baby.
Further
complications
-
Further
complications
in
store.
Your
life
is
just
a
carrier
bag.
Over-fill
it
and
the
straps
will
snap.
Further
complications
- Further
complications
Do
you
follow
me?
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