Controversy

Hey diddle – diddle, diddley squat, I am not the rot, I am the relief

And that’s right seeing is believing

Believe me I’m gonna play with you, pick you up and out of the picture with the latest flavours, the latest of a long line in ladies, the latest crypt crazies, while we tip toe through reality blindly, ladies

Tits, bigger tits, bigger tits and the award goes to;

Shit man I’m all that in the last note and more, controversy

I am controversy

I am controversy

Permission to speak freely sir; we’re living in a free world, sir, after all

Tagging kids, branding kids, we’re living in a free world sir after all

Yes sir, no sir, all ye law abiding citizen’s, sir, denizens of planet earth

Look at ya’ locked down into your bullshit

Contracted down and out into your bullshit shit, and saluting it, improving it

Turning mediocrity into an art, and life into a song worth six pence

I am controversy

I am controversy

On lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy yeah

What’s that again about a last laugh?

Somebody gets to what, laugh last?

This last lap is killing me, thrilling me, tickling me, right down to the last note in bullshit

Bullshit, bullshit, and it is all bullshit, hallelujah

Right down to the Allah-Dubai in every prayer

Hail Mary full of grace Mrs, save yourself the trouble

Not a bubble we share, idol cogs and old paradigms

Not my dimes worth anymore and never my handiwork

Middle-men, fiddle-men, demagogues and riddle-men, pissing in my pond

F.C.U.K the whole damn lot of it

Those who aim to profit again from today’s suffering will know our wrath

Pink Punk verses state capitalism, we are all now one of two sides, demarcated along dollar lines

Bet your bottom dollar

Swallow it, swallow it, no spoon full of sugar coated dandy living, just swallow it

Let it run down into your hollow gut and strangle you into submission

You’re wrong, I’m right, don’t ya just love to party?

You can’t have my last rolo, it’s that simple

Ex falso quadlibet, cast off your nets, it really is that simple

Twinkle, twinkle little fuckin’ star simple

How else do you want it?

You think I don’t know to shut my mouth, root my sprout and sell coca cola?

Jump cold on the gold wagon and ride that honey train

Sure here I am, am I not, again at the cross roads; dime in hand, heads or tales?

Either way this world is gonna’ nail me into my heart for dreaming out of turn,

Oh lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy yeah