Lyrics
Cubic or metric, less of an artist, you can sit down but the chairs are electric
i ve become a participant in something i stood against
From all this shame, with aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse
When did the music turn into a beauty pageant, dollars and pence
Dollars and pence, you are more Autumn, better pull on my boots
lay in the street
I d like to hide my head in the ground, dollars and pence
When did the music turn into a beauty pageant, you are more
You can sit down but the chairs are electric, lay in the street
its easier than working towards something
Run through the back door, better pull on my boots
run through the back door
Lay in the street, you are more more of a xerox machine, cubic or metric
With aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse, you sit tracing the pages of juxtapose magazine
With aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse, dollars and pence
When did the music turn into a beauty pageant, so much for combat, should have been more careful what i wished for
so much for combat
With aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse, cubic or metric
Run through the back door, embrace the gutter
with aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse
You sit tracing the pages of juxtapose magazine, i ve become a participant in something i stood against
So much for combat, better pull on my boots, lay in the street