Juan Carlos

What I've come to know - is what I've come to expect I want to fertilise my own eggs, fix them to a wall and call them art But if this doesn't make any sense, who am I If this doesn't make any sense, who am I? Youthless and useless, it's an eventual demise of an empire All I do is constantly pick myself up Maybe there's someway I can fall to the top Clumsy, cause I'm clumsy And it's what I've come to know - what I've come to expect It's what I've come to be, what I've come to express The juan carlos sound 'Professional beards in November'