Neat; Manageable: Piles Lyrics - The Paper Chase

Slip soft that serpintine 

And live life off of our knees 

Saw tooths and hate 

Can edge away ape-man dignity 

She said... 

"You better leave with what you have 

Because when the big one hits 'subtract' 

Your no prize like me, 

Young bodies always heal quickly" 

Stacked bones by the furnace steams 

A neatly places homecoming queen 

Your lumpish inate is the figure eight 

It's a bit of me and I feel 

Anything can happen 

Anything can happen 

Anything can happen 

Anything can go wrong 

Soulder me like a wire that breathes 

Your carbon copy fibre optic plea 

Why should we communicate with sans technology? 

Your no prize like me 

Young bodies always heal quickly