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?