It's all been done before
Every note strum rhyme and chord
Art is dead, long live the art
Priced to move at Neil's new store
The devil in the detail
Hides luck where you see fail
Heads you win, tails I lose
What's left is going on sale
Time and time again
But I can't say exactly when
Peace of mind passed me by
A crowded room without a friend
The mind can find a place
Where the body can't keep pace
Under a faulty guise you realize
The head has too much space