Staff to Refund Counter lyrics

God gave me consciousness but he never mentioned why
What's the use of living long if we're all condemned to die?
Humbled in hospitals I have seen the bitter end
Everybody will die alone deserted by their friends

I want it back
Yeah, I want it back

Bleak springs of greying skies, dead grass and twisted trees
Each year advances this insidious disease
Decaying year on year, dear God there's no respite
A final lonely breath and then just endless night

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back
This isn't what we asked for, it isn't what we wanted
I'll try to be grateful, but I'm a little disappointed
This doesn't match the picture, I picked out from the catalogue
It doesn't include batteries, I cannot get it started
Who do I need to speak to about this?

Post-coital cigarettes laced with a tired disgust
A broken contraceptive, conception unjust
Another suckling babe, another fourscore years
Another lifetime for some sucker stuck right here

So I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back

I want it back
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want it back

Staff to the refund counter please
I even kept my receipt
Staff to the refund counter please
I even kept my f*cking receipt