The Gods Of Not Very Much

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field

And we are foolishly drawn



We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush

The gods of not very much

We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush

The gods of not very much



A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through

Stands at speaker's corner with a memo tape recorder

Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible

Opened at a page that says he made us all the same

How funny, ironic, the crowd they

They agree to differ as they're wearing the same t-shirt

Fit in, convention, nothing

You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not

Playing with us

'cos we're the gods of not very much


more free lyrics