Amateur policemen stalk this land,
demented youth, fragmented minds
She was wearing Velcro, she drank from a suitcase.
It’s like some sick ballet.
And it’s come to me that all this is like some kind of foreplay
as the cars in the street go hidi hidi ho di ho
Oops now, emotional mustard.
God is in the details, reveals himself slow.
Brothers, sisters – help us! We need a revolution
Mothers, fathers – help us! We need a fucking revolution.
Perfect evil stalks this land,
amateur surgeons, euro-sceptic drills.
Flabby round the waist, rusted rides of fairgrounds gone
Don’t save us, save yourselves!
We went to some party thrown by a German
Who said “wilkommen,”
this was pop capitalism
the back garden served as our classroom
And the cattle grid couldn’t keep us out,
And the doorman couldn’t keep us out,
And those savvy kids wouldn’t let us down…
Brothers, sisters – help us! We need a revolution
Mothers, fathers – help us! We need a fucking revolution.
They’ve got eyes and they’ve got teeth
And they’ve got girlfriends that talk to you at night.
Bought and sold
Body and soul
When she thinks of them together
Oh god, she feels like a plant
They’ve got eyes and
They’ve got teeth and
They’ve got girlfriends
That talk to you at night
(Cause its killing me, yeah it’s killing you
‘cause if it’s killing me and its killing you…)
We are in a soft room
We are on an open channel
We are on the backfoot
We are looking frontward/ugly
Sometimes groundhogs attack.
She said “I’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of me”
Oh yeah, “I’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of me”
Yeah “we’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of us”
“goody goody’’ she said. “Let’s get bloody.”
I want to take the weight out of this
I can’t make my mind up if we grow up too fast
Or if we’re just bored shitless
I wandered desolate where minds are destroyed
And when you’re old and trimming hedges,
Remember me who wrote around the edges
Death before dishonour darlin’
And let the dead eat the dead.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
demented youth, fragmented minds
She was wearing Velcro, she drank from a suitcase.
It’s like some sick ballet.
And it’s come to me that all this is like some kind of foreplay
as the cars in the street go hidi hidi ho di ho
Oops now, emotional mustard.
God is in the details, reveals himself slow.
Brothers, sisters – help us! We need a revolution
Mothers, fathers – help us! We need a fucking revolution.
Perfect evil stalks this land,
amateur surgeons, euro-sceptic drills.
Flabby round the waist, rusted rides of fairgrounds gone
Don’t save us, save yourselves!
We went to some party thrown by a German
Who said “wilkommen,”
this was pop capitalism
the back garden served as our classroom
And the cattle grid couldn’t keep us out,
And the doorman couldn’t keep us out,
And those savvy kids wouldn’t let us down…
Brothers, sisters – help us! We need a revolution
Mothers, fathers – help us! We need a fucking revolution.
They’ve got eyes and they’ve got teeth
And they’ve got girlfriends that talk to you at night.
Bought and sold
Body and soul
When she thinks of them together
Oh god, she feels like a plant
They’ve got eyes and
They’ve got teeth and
They’ve got girlfriends
That talk to you at night
(Cause its killing me, yeah it’s killing you
‘cause if it’s killing me and its killing you…)
We are in a soft room
We are on an open channel
We are on the backfoot
We are looking frontward/ugly
Sometimes groundhogs attack.
She said “I’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of me”
Oh yeah, “I’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of me”
Yeah “we’ve had more out of time than it’s had out of us”
“goody goody’’ she said. “Let’s get bloody.”
I want to take the weight out of this
I can’t make my mind up if we grow up too fast
Or if we’re just bored shitless
I wandered desolate where minds are destroyed
And when you’re old and trimming hedges,
Remember me who wrote around the edges
Death before dishonour darlin’
And let the dead eat the dead.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.
Here she comes,
To get a dirty job done.