You may point the crooked cane,
You conspire on my broken brain,
and playwright fate, will have his way

We're all actors in his play
we're all passengers on his train
now playwright fate, don't make me stay

Soon enough the brakes won't take weight
That is depending, and it's the strain on my left arm takes
I'm just hoping for a happy ending.

So long, sir
You're in a land where you don't belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
You're in a land where you don't belong
There's clearly something wrong
keep kissing to the kissing song
You're in a land where you don't belong
You're in a land where you don't belong

So long friends,
So long family,
The letters were sent,
I'm gonna die here beautifully

Now the housecat's on his seventh life
He said his goodbyes to his beautiful wife
He said he's going to a land where mice grow on trees
He said he's going to a place where beasts like us roam free
He said come with me
He said come with me
We're gonna die here gracefully

We're in a land where we don't belong
Just keep on kissing to the kissing song
We're in a land where we don't belong

There's clearly something wrong
keep kissing to the kissing song
We're in a land where we don't belong
We're in a land where we don't belong

Get out of this place,
Inhabitants of the children with the cheap cocaine
And the playwright fate has had his say

'Cause we are as brittle as biscuits
Sarcastic, the English are bright

So long, sir
We're in a land where we don't belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
We're in a land where we don't belong

So long, sir
We're in a land where we don't belong
Just keep kissing to the kissing song
We're in a land where we don't belong

Ooh there's clearly something wrong
keep kissing to the kissing song
We're in a land where we don't belong
We're in a land where we don't belong

Writer : SUMNER, ELIOT / BYRNE, PADDY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing