Some of us are free and some are bound
Some will swim and some will drown
Some of us are saints while some are clowns
Just like me they’re all falling down

I lied to the nation while my reputation ran dry
From my lungs to my liver, I clung to the river bank’s side
Now I’m back in the water doing what I ought to and trying to lead an ordinary life

Is this world spinning round?
Has this ship run aground?
What’s that shape?
What’s that sound?
That’s just me falling down

Some of us are green while some are brown
Some are lost and some are found
Sight unseen and sound on sound
Pray for me, I’m falling down

I was lost in the jungle and crossed over enemy lines
I got a red nose by sleeping under hedgerows at night
I tried levitation, and flying in formation, but heaven knows the weight of these crimes

Is this world spinning round?
Has this ship run aground?
What’s that shape?
What’s that sound?
That’s just me falling down