Further Complications

In the beginning there was nothing To be honest, that suited me just fine I was three weeks late coming out of the womb In no great rush to join the rest of mankind Where there were further complications Further complications in store, yeah I was not born in wartime I was not born in pain or poverty I need an addiction, I need an affliction To cultivate a personality I need some further complications, oh Further complications in store, yeah Your life is just a carrier bag The enemy without has moved in somewhere else If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself? Go fight your battles, go to a disco You wanna suffer? Go to a rock show Do you follow me? (Follow me) Then follow me (Follow me) Do you follow me? (Follow me) Then follow me Follow me to further complications, that's right Further complications in store, yeah Your life is just a carrier bag Overfill it and the straps will snap I used to think that people all chose the lives they led But so many different choices that you've got to make instead Don't write a novel, a shopping list is better It's a complicated boogie and I don't know any better, baby Further complications, oh Further complications in store, yeah Your life is just a carrier bag Overfill it and the straps will snap Further complications Further complications Do you follow me?