Further Complications Songtext

von Jarvis Cocker

In the beginning there was nothing
And to be honest, that suited me just fine.
I was three weeks late coming out of the womb
In no great rush to join the rest of Mankind,
Where there were:
Further complications -
Further complications in store.

I was not born in war-time
And I was not born in pain or poverty.
I need an addiction.
I need an affliction;
To cultivate a personality.
I need some:
Further complications -
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.

The enemy without has moved in somewhere else.
If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself?
Go fight your battles - go to a disco.
You want to suffer? - Go to a Rock Show.
Do you follow me?
Then follow me to:
Further complications -
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.
Over-fill it and the straps will snap.

And I used to think that people all chose the lives they led
But there's so many other choices that you've got to make instead.
Don't write a novel;
A shopping-list is better,
It's a Complicated Boogie and I don't know any better, baby.
Further complications -
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.
Over-fill it and the straps will snap.
Further complications
Further complications
Do you follow me?