Elaborate plans to bury my friends For me it depends on the ladder of chance It's out of the bag, they're selling the band A matter I can't have that on my hands I sit in the road, and play along Waiting on my soul to bang a gong Tried it and I didn't like it But said I wanted more Where were you when I'd finished hiding And crept out from the door They tell me: Relax and tighten the straps You won't be set free, your mind is attached They tell me: Glad you don't have a dad You got everything you could ever ask I sit in the road and play along Waiting on my soul to bang a gong I sit in the road, and play along Waiting on my soul to bang a gong Tried it and I didn't like it But said I wanted more Where were you when I'd finished hiding And crept out from the door Where were you when I'd given up? To comfort me with titty love Horny on the city bus Your body really trips me up Elaborate plans to bury my friends For me it depends on the ladder of chance It's out of the bag, they're selling the band A matter I can't have that on my hands I sit in the road, and play along Waiting on my soul to bang a gong I sit in the road, and play along Waiting on my soul to bang a gong