Text: Fatboy Slim. Change Your Mind.

When it comes to affairs of the state,
You know we'll always be violent when you dictate.
Still they tell me everything is white,
When it's as clear as a bell it's black.
Still they tell me its best to pat,
I wanna slap.

And every minute I'm trying to change your mind.

When it comes to affairs of the purse,
You know we'll always be comfortable so we feel worse.
So don't tell me that time will heal,
When there's nothing vaguely wrong with me,
So don't tell me to forgive & forget.
I don't agree.

Now nothing in this worl can change my
mind I find.
Now I've suffered ritual torture at the hands of
Womankind.
And nothing in this world makes any sense
except violence.
Desperate & directionless I'm trying to
amends.

So every minute I'm trying to change your mind.

When it comes to affairs of the heart,
You know you'll always be number one in my pop
chart.
So don't tell me that everything's O.K.
When it's clear as my nose that it's not,
And don't tell me that its best to go on,
I wanna stop