They're the bosses of tomorrow. They're called the FCS. Fascist Conservative Sheep. Who claim to know what's best. Tied to dad's finances. And only just out of school.
Going back to these origins. The city is a natural scape. order in the details. Confusion uproar in the whole. In nature reality is selection. the tool of critical intervention.
Bradford teacher victimized. Instant hero, surprise surprise. Darling of the ultra-right. Middle-class, well-spoken, white. Education is a powerful tool.
What were you doing on the couch. What were you doing by the window. What were you doing in the tub. What were you thinking between the streets. . What were you doing on the couch.
They're the bosses of tomorrow. They're called the fcs. Fascist conservative sheep. Who claim to know what's best. Tied to dad's finances. And only just out of school.
I stay at Hotel Valentine. I'm a ghost. Only you can see me. . Nobody cares or sees me. I just wander in this world. On the stairway I play. The game I made.
One, two, one, two, three, four. Things were rather different in great grandfather's day. He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay.
I want certain words more than a thousand flowers. I want certain words more than a thousand flowers. . Memory rubs in my heart like sand on my feet. My heart is frozen tonite like blue coral in the sea.
Are you happy here in Theme park USA?. And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play?. And are the words to this song concise enough to follow?.
Good evening and hi everybody. Welcome to Ciccone Youth, The Whitey Album. We put together some neat mixes. We hope you like it as much as we do.
No reflection on the water, I go nowhere. The moon is unfair to steal my tears. A flower bloomed in the water. Time is unfair. Words tangle my hair. .
All the runners running downhill. All the throwers with strap-on muscles. Gold, silver, and bronze. To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids. Random testing doesn't exist.
Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs. Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds. I seen yer comin', come in lads. You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad.
I play the song. Every Tuesday. I drink slow. With the song these days. . Any sign to know. All lights are slow. The sun goes low. The sun goes low. .
Surrender. I'm a sailor in silver water. Give me a dollar. To pass the sea of horror. Don't close your eyes from fear. Don't close your eyes. . Surrender.
Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs. Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds. I seen yer comin', come in lads. You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad.
It's a long walk to the gallows. It's a small step to swing free. The crying in the tower. For my conspirators and me. Gunpowder and modem. And a dream of liberty.
I'm moving fast like clouds in the sky. You can see my tears are dry. You're staying there higher in the sky. 7 layers of the air. . We've never ever moved together yet so beautiful.
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?. All stitched up by a thin blue line. Didn't he know it was a waste of time?. All stitched up by a thin blue line.
The lights are on, but you're not home. Your mind, is not your own. Your heart sweats, your body shakes. Another kiss is what it takes. You can't sleep, you can't eat.