Catalogue Democracy
Its all about face – tit up – fucked
Kids dumped for burgers
Mac-mother-mutilated-nature screaming in our face
But do we listen – drowning in official-diddle-dee-dum
Do we fuck – the age of bog standard man
All quarters from my quarter – mmmmmm – crumbling
Whole nations tumbling down a hill
Aids Africa – ring a fuckin’ Rosie
No green bottles left to play with
Check the bag yourself – no cat
Baby and bath water tossed out together – sure who would have guessed it
Who could have guessed it – blessed are the meek – fuck all that
The lies we labour under
Catalogue democracy – upper-class snot politics – ‘we know better’
Mach-i-a-vell-i-an – make the man catch the early worm for you
Ships going down in tea cups
Twisted Darwinism
Ism-schism-milli-vanilli-living
There’s no business like it
How to shop you brother out in one
No business I know
This table’s not meant for men to sit at
This table’s not meant for men to sit at
The passengers on this ship are going to get off
There’s a hole in our world filled with rocks
Take a page from my book
Our world is on the rise
No sitting here pretty cause its all that we got
From city to city people starting to stop
Seattle street battles
Our world is on the rise
Of course there’s rage
That’s because there’s passion
That’s because we’re all fashioned in one way or another
Around the same tree
Around the same apple
Go ahead babble up your rabbles worth – for what it’s worth to me
I’m the cat anyway
Either way – either way – whatever – what-ev-er
The dice favours me
Balls bouncing in my court tell me all I need to know about the day after yesterday
Babies dropping off the clock like seconds
How violently primitive
Dogs pissing on our children
Mangling – mashing up our sisters
Am I dreaming it do you think
Sunday bloody Sunday bloody Monday bloody every single day
And all because the king wants better shoes………………
Tickets please
Tickets please
Candy floss for everyone
Candy floss for everyone
Candy floss for everyone
Candy floss for everyone
