Blow The Millennium, Blow 2 Lyrics - Cantatonia

When they look around 

And they will look around 

They'll be without the kind of things 

We lax about 

Do with backround inventions 

For one last glimpse to the real 

When devils astounded 

Deepest instincts sound 

Joys to be around 

Commendable tones 

A commanding role 

For the crowd we bow 

And are bound to 

Begging and borrowing 

Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him 

And come to think of it 

You're like a christmas dinner 

A cupful of steep 

Full, ready to reap 

But it won't keep 

There's holes, it's all show 

You needed harnessing 

But I hope you win the lottery 

No tom-foolery 

It's a genuine wish 

I long for fairground attractions 

For one last go at the wheel 

Blow... 

Blow... 

Blow... 

Blow... 

And begging and borrowing 

Burrowing and bringing all sorts with him 

I'm trying but trying is frightening 

I packed for an outing 

An endless task 

Though anything goes 

Blow... 

Blow... 

Blow... 

Blow...