The Gods of Not Very Much — текст песни (mansun)

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if were thick or if were clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that were meeting in a field

Safety in numbers together

Nobody can tell us if were thick or if were clever

See him, victim, shouting

Telling all the people that were meeting in a field

And we are foolishly drawn



Well meet, well talk, well rush

The gods of not very much

Well meet, well talk, well rush

The gods of not very much



A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through

Stands at speakers 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 theyre wearing the same t-shirt

Fit in, convention, nothing

Youre just talking rubbish and you know that youre not

Playing with us

cos were the gods of not very much