Don't ever change, won't ever change
The balustrades are passing by before my eyes
The city knows what it can do
It doesn't care for those who choose to f*ck around
Listen to Guthrie, listen to Crass
I'll ride the railroad back to the past
We ploughed our fields and shook our sheets
And now we're gonna talk it all out
Yeah, what can I say, I opted out and went to ground
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
The gracious air of servitude
That keeps you sick and overdue oh-oh
Another day, another death
Another bed, another hot city breath
Not even-handed, not even close
You're better off thinking on your own
Yeah, what can I do, I rise above the primordial stew
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
F*ck your views and f*ck your advice
Think good thoughts and live a bad life
Shoulda moved fast, shoulda worked hard
Shoulda knuckled down and played the right chords
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
It's all the same, it always is
Crazy Arm - Mow the Sward Lyrics
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Don't ever change, won't ever change
The balustrades are passing by before my eyes
The city knows what it can do
It doesn't care for those who choose to f*ck around
Listen to Guthrie, listen to Crass
I'll ride the railroad back to the past
We ploughed our fields and shook our sheets
And now we're gonna talk it all out
Yeah, what can I say, I opted out and went to ground
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
The gracious air of servitude
That keeps you sick and overdue oh-oh
Another day, another death
Another bed, another hot city breath
Not even-handed, not even close
You're better off thinking on your own
Yeah, what can I do, I rise above the primordial stew
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
F*ck your views and f*ck your advice
Think good thoughts and live a bad life
Shoulda moved fast, shoulda worked hard
Shoulda knuckled down and played the right chords
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
It's all the same, it always is
The balustrades are passing by before my eyes
The city knows what it can do
It doesn't care for those who choose to f*ck around
Listen to Guthrie, listen to Crass
I'll ride the railroad back to the past
We ploughed our fields and shook our sheets
And now we're gonna talk it all out
Yeah, what can I say, I opted out and went to ground
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
The gracious air of servitude
That keeps you sick and overdue oh-oh
Another day, another death
Another bed, another hot city breath
Not even-handed, not even close
You're better off thinking on your own
Yeah, what can I do, I rise above the primordial stew
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
F*ck your views and f*ck your advice
Think good thoughts and live a bad life
Shoulda moved fast, shoulda worked hard
Shoulda knuckled down and played the right chords
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push til you explode
It's all the same, it always is
Writer: Darren Johns
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network