Catharsis is such a lame excuse for extended adolescence Cleanliness is only next to godliness for those afraid to be guilty in his presence I remember 5 years of tears and temper tantrums just like the other 34 of dying for attention And I sit and watch the kettle boil And I, I patiently await my turn to turn to oil Well I don't believe in magic and I don't believe in truth And I don't believe in miracles or the security of youth I cradle anger like a little baby like the sanctity of youth And is it odd or am I lazy to believe I am of use And if I can't control it, I must kill it and its a love beyond control And no matter how desperately I will it it doesn't seem to want to go and I, I sit and watch the kettle boil and I, I patiently await my turn to turn to oil to turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil to turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil And like the tulips in that old ladies garden my DNA trusts fossil fuels Its a prehistoric promise of immortality for fools And there's a black monument on the plaza on this sunny Berlin day to the neighborhood martyrs who refused to go away And I don't believe in purpose or synchronicity but there's a picture of a child here who looks a lot like me and I wonder if god told him to be love and be loyal I suppose I'll get his answer the day I turn to oil And I sit and watch the kettle boil and I, I patiently await my turn to turn to oil to turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil to turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil To turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil tu-tu-tu-turn to oil, to turn to oil, to turn to oil and I, I sit and watch the kettle boil and I, I patiently await my turn to turn to oil