Well, I'm pretty sure I was there,
Can you pick out my young and faulty face?
And I didn't really care much for them then,
But at least now we know, hey.
And does the tasty blackcurrant numb,
The vicious cut of Harry's orange blade?
And does the fresh air run,
Like god's own homemade lemonade?
The Joy Division TV won't work.
The Joy Division TV won't work.
The Joy Division TV won't work.
A drip, dripping from the tap,
When it's me that needs the water.
And a cool spot for the cat,
As I pine for sound proof walls.
The old mercury is off the scale,
So be sure to put in plenty of cold.
And keep a good eye on it mind,
Whilst I spray my ripped up throat.
The Joy Division TV won't work.
The Joy Division TV won't work.
The Joy Division TV won't work.