just a few words, have you got a minute?
red knecked speckle
tight lipped fairy
twenty seven heroes behind iron gates
come in come out come out come near
collars and cuffs
call the sheriff you can call your mommy
wash away all opinion wash away all thought
ladies and gentlemen jokers and fools
warning survival options terror invention good benefits
sonic american lawless bride trash
perfection seekers control speed
i'm breaking free is it enough?
human culture thinking brain
sauna sardonic tonic
gestalt look back
inadequate hope loss
modern concrete glass
bullying quest label ego possible footprint
need you in out dance opinion destroy
shoot it's you it's me why endure emotional self transfer
can you be me?
i cannot be free enough
what you fail to imagine girls and boys
exhilaration exasperation illumination
what you see is what you get
what you need i will deliver i am your man
i am your friend are you mine?
i saw you down lift you up lift you higher
poisoned by the fat duck
ensured the wreckage
societies write-off
what is morality? it's just a goodwin
we followed the rules we've done as you asked
monsters in my head monsters in my bed
we played the game what more do you want
once more you have let us down left us broken
fighting to pay the bills to put food on the table
why is it sad?
you made promises you failed us
raped ripped apart savaged by the men in suits
this is just a soldier's tale
signs and signals my head is spinning
i cannot win
they're everywhere
you pissed up putrid politician scum
second houses mortgages paid off
crooks in shiny suits
thieves in words
bring in the fraud squad
you may be a speaker but you don't speak for me
a crisis collision that's all you've got
politician = thief
crooks robbers thieves
do you think i can rob the taxman?
two by two your crisis coalition
corruption fraud robbers not robin hood
it's just a circus a silly silly game
they are screwing with our brains
they are messing with you now
in and out they walk in and out they talk
those mass corporations
spending billions of pounds to create mass hysteria
they are the ringmasters
hypnotic we just play their game
it's all about the money money money
spending billions of pounds just to fuck us up
creating markets that's what they do
it's all about the motherfucking money
let's push the night away let's lift the blues away
please join us and escape the everyday
the mundane perpetual motion of life
just for one moment it's time close our eyes
push the night away and escape . . .