Вступление
[VERSE 1]
Drink from the wound from the side of the animal
Fall to the floor in a splash of lights
Skip to the end of the end of the recipe
Fall to the floor
Fall, fall, Caravaggio
[PRE-CHORUS]
I feel kicky
I feel courageous
I feel claustrophobic
I feel cool
Red run rivers run dry blood red
To the land so low, I'm sloganeering
Playing Sega too, growing up like you
[CHORUS]
You're so backwards, I'm so forward
You buy buy buy into new trends
When I look inwards you look outwards
Mocking my lifestyle, fucking my friends
While I'm in bed the scum from the speakers slinks on out
So call 1900-POLICE, it's the Mark of the Beast
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Pop icon, snow cat rival
[VERSE 2]
Drink from the drip from the prick in the artery
Shoot to the stars with a league of chums
Sip from the stream, so sick of society
Postmodernism made punk rock everything
[PRE-CHORUS]
I feel better
I feel ballistic
I feel bourgeois and
I feel big
Dead DJs spin deathrock discs
A curse transmitted via 12"
Too few beats per minute, baby
[CHORUS]
Chin up, kids, they're making a killing
Dancing hard to horrible bands
Who play The Eagles while they are pilling
Doing coke, ignoring their fans
While I'm in bed with Siskel & Ebert
Two thumbs down
So call 411-CRITIQUE, it's your birthright
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Pop icon, snow cat rival
[BRIDGE]
All I really need is all of my things
In the one fixed place at the one fixed time I die
Give up the ghost
It's my birthright
Birthrights
Motherfuckers
[SOLO]
Motherfuckers (2x)
[OUTRO]