DUM DUM (DA DA)

Beware boys for the sonic boom
It wipes out dreams in little rooms
Sometimes it's a word, sometimes it's a look
Sometimes it's part of the scenery
I'll always crash, always explode
Slow motion bits of machinery

	Just your standard echo
	Just your common lie
	It's that same old dum dum
	It's that usual da da

Matchstick boys and serious men
With paper doll wives and Parker pens
They're out to paint me shade of blue
And give me little things to do
And if I die, here's my epitaph
The best of me was a photograph

	Just your average echo
	Just your measured out lie
	It's that typical dum dum
	It's that absolute da da


Words: David Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge
1989