Last Harvest

Nano technology is cleaning my teeth
and combing my hair
In the mirror theres no one there
In the mirror theres no one there
The world has gone sub-text
And weve all disapeared up a tube

Last Harvest
Last Harvest

The world has gone up a tube…

Last harvest – Last harvest

I know more about myself than I ever could before
What makes me happy what makes me happen
But no-ones there
I know more about myself than I ever could fuckit before
What makes me happy what makes me happen
But no-ones there!

Theres no one there – when I turn to a friend
This is my Last harvest – Last harvest.
The world has gone sub-text.