Last train to Norwich…
Summer days that blind your face will soon be dead and gone
Better get it on!
Jumped up jaded baby is the rub.
You took the biscuit will you risk it when the chips were down?
Better make it long.
Schrodinger's cat is dead to the world.
Just as a cat sees in the dark,
You criticize the blow and isolate the mass,
I always knew you were a scientist at heart.
Just as the breeze with speed and built, you sat upon the fence,
Clucking like a chicken making perfect sense.
Pass that gun, hand me that knife,
Mammy's little monster has been brought back to life.
Just as a cat sees in the dark.
You criticize the blow and isolate the fuss.
I always knew you were a scientist at heart.
I always knew you were.
Last train to Norwich…
Schrodinger's cat is dead to the world.
Last train to Norwich…