Vintage aroma's and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters

Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

Hospital closures kill more than car bombs ever will
And it saves money because people are expendable
Cold shoulder insurgents and love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs because it makes governing easier

Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Sell out the past and learn to obey
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail

Revolution soon dies, sold out for a pay rise
China, Russia, England, all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads are silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat


Strip It Down

Ain't no fun at the government hall
Sucked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate

Strip it down


Last Exit On Yesterday

Dance to the Valentine, anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impales
As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Baby can't have her little bit of love
'Cause it's wrapped up inside her lovers gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost
Laugh at the T.V. empty cell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your choice


Teenage 20/20

I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth
And take a spray can to my useless vote
I don't like your city Dresden dance
I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

Speeding so lonely into wall after wall
Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call
Sick to the stomach of our fingertip scrawl
All your rebellion corporation owned

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving