Ben: The lyrics to Pathetic Fool were written around Christmas sometime in the 1990's. Christmas is the time of year that many distressed people pop their own corks. I hope that I never find myself in such despair that I would choose to end my life. Every day I think about how lucky I am to be secure in life and be happy with what I have to be happy with.

Bob: This is the simplest tune we play, musically, I think. The main riff was my idea if I recall correctly. I certainly remember ripping off QCK's 'Excitement of Love' for the B over E squealie bits in the chorus. Suicide songs have always fascinated me, for some reason. The words are Ben's, as are the sentiments, I'm afraid. Personally, I think the world is overpopulated... Unless you're, directly or indirectly, one of those researching or promoting or otherwise facilitating space exploration, and you want to take a long walk off a short pier, more power to you... We're breeding like rats, and we need new frontiers. Maybe that's why I like suicide songs.

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So here I sit,
Slouching in the warmth,
The faucet drips,
Hints of time I choose to ignore.
Too much shit,
Cluttering up my mind,
A little slit,
I take a trip with destiny.
My vision fades... An inner vision comes to light...

I can't move- but I'm moving
I can't speak- but I'm speaking
I can't see- but I'm seeing
I can't feel- I'm unfeeling

This is me years ago,
Is this a new meaning,
To my suffering,
Or is it all in my head?
[It must be]
Real time vision returns
My anemic wrinkled hands
Lying lifeless in the water beside me

My life surrounds me,
The color reminds me,
It's too late,
It's too late,
It's too late.

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