| Song | Floreat Inertia |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | This Leaden Pall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I could be tugging on the beard of science | |
| Like a cheeky schoolboy | |
| But I couldn’t be bothered | |
| That’s why I’m still in the box room | |
| Face down in the last ditch | |
| My natural home | |
| I Can Do That | |
| But I don’t really want to | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers | |
| With a girl from Machynlleth | |
| But I’m down at the Children’s Zoo | |
| Kicking off on the goats | |
| Increasing doubt – decreasing hope | |
| Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered |
| I could be tugging on the beard of science | |
| Like a cheeky schoolboy | |
| But I couldn' t be bothered | |
| That' s why I' m still in the box room | |
| Face down in the last ditch | |
| My natural home | |
| I Can Do That | |
| But I don' t really want to | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers | |
| With a girl from Machynlleth | |
| But I' m down at the Children' s Zoo | |
| Kicking off on the goats | |
| Increasing doubt decreasing hope | |
| Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered |
| I could be tugging on the beard of science | |
| Like a cheeky schoolboy | |
| But I couldn' t be bothered | |
| That' s why I' m still in the box room | |
| Face down in the last ditch | |
| My natural home | |
| I Can Do That | |
| But I don' t really want to | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers | |
| With a girl from Machynlleth | |
| But I' m down at the Children' s Zoo | |
| Kicking off on the goats | |
| Increasing doubt decreasing hope | |
| Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind | |
| Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered | |
| Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth | |
| I used to think that it mattered | |
| But the low drone of the treadmill | |
| Is the sound of my hopes being shattered |