God

I can only feel and think in the language of Clinches others have concocted for you Pre-fabricated, pre-conception Worn like the walls all around you, all around you How good to walk with the caprice of God? How good to talk with the caprice of God? Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky How now could I forget to that, you're not finished yet tonight All that you have done, still adding up for the sum This totem has some use, this total of abuse Real life is never used as truth Angry artillery on your tongue Bows and arrows highly strung Same shadows I can see right through Whenever I, I picture you How good to walk with the caprice of God? How good to talk with the caprice of God? An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky The sky, touch the sky Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky And don't hide inside the sentiment The real test is never finished yet Face up, collect the interest Of all the idiots you should detest How good to walk with the caprice of God? How good to talk with the caprice of God? An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model Build your ivory tower so you can screw up the sky No ordinary mortal, no ordinary model --- God - Public Image Ltd. and Paco Pil