Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on (Come On, Join) The High Society LP

Empire Building

Your misfit soul
It was never easy fitting in
Or swinging to the swing of things
Not for you that old exclusive, elusive
Easy way out

Come on, come on lets a get a hotel room in Paris
With that French girlfriend who volunteered to share us
No more innocence just sycophants to kiss us
Oh, I really miss them, do you think they?

There's no drugs so we're all sleepy
Just stay cool, my headache's easing
I have to admit it ain't appealing
All this empire building

All change, all change, change at the station
I haven't seen you since our confirmation
Now there's only four of us
Nobody understands this, but I do

People like me are two a penny
If there's two that's two too many
Is this just my religion of living?
All this empire building

It makes me lovesick
Sentimental scientific love
Ornamental superficial love
Intelligence is rewarding enough
You're independant

People like me are two a penny
If there's two that's two too many
If there's two that's two too many
When you're all alone and no one needs your attention
When you're curled up in pain in the corner of your bedroom
Now there's only four of us
And no one knows what that means, but we do

Is this just my religion of living?
All this empire building