Vacant A.D. (0 to 100 to 50 to...)(Evans)

Words and Music by Martin Evans

Written November 1993

Sung by Wok

Turn us into a confession box
Hold my hand and you'll feel that it rots
Crossing my heart's just revision
When I know I can avoid the decision
Again

Oh God I'm such a puppy
It's one time when I don't want to be free
But commitment's just another allergy

With you the problem is less than zero
But when I look into her face she's more than my hero
It's a curse and a blessing I avoid the decision
But I'm lying on a slab so you can make the incision
Again

Oh God I'm such a puppy
It's another time I'm soaring on a flight of fancy
Heading towards her but my wings are melting

Faith disintegrates
Faith disintegrates
My faith disintegrates
Makes me love what I know I should hate
Faith disintegrates
Faith disintegrates
My faith disintegrates
Makes me love what I know I should hate

It's one time when I don't want to be free
But commitment's just another allergy
It's another time I'm soaring on a flight of fancy
Heading towards her but my wings are melting

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And I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son

And I'm my father's son, and I'm my father's son

And I'm my father's son

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