API Meal

Haven't we got some place else to be? Cash in our collective memories They go cheap

The lines are open testing 1, 2, 3 But disconnection's still our sweetest dream Like it's free

Exit, please

Call it love with a new face And new guts, a growth industry 'Cause we're all headed west Whatever we think we believe

Never have i felt so well-policed Why should i be anything but pleased?

Sit down

Now the best you can be Is the beast that they don't want to see But you'll never get over You're greasing the adding machine Surveilled and serene They hype satisfaction Until you forget where you've been And we're all headed west Whatever we think we believe in

Call it love with a new face And new guts, a growth industry But you'll never get over You're greasing the adding machine Surveilled and serene Now the best you can be Is the beast that they don't want to see The exploded view shows thatnow the best you can be Is the beast that they don't want to see There's nothing cementing the seams

Eat what you are while you're falling apart And it opened a can of worms The gun's in my hand and I know it looks bad But believe me I'm innocent I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying And flying is fearful of me I covered my eyes when she told me the news Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues

Are you coming?

Nicotine stained on account of her crutch And I'm aching from fucking too much I know what I do but it all points to you Did you sell me to wanderlust? I'm fearful I'm fearful I'm fearful of flying And flying is fearful of me I covered my eyes when she told me the news Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues

Are you coming?

What are we gonna do now?

Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers

The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!

And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy no

One look at the stats You won't look twice One look at the numbers You'll pine and die

My memory Serves me right History does no disservice To the bottom line

It was over 'fore it even started Yeah it's the science of the truth Got a feeling that you just can't shake? Face it - our work fills the pews

Uh-huh-huh

Figure all of this for nothing There's a precident for what I do I Got numbers and you can't ignore them My ways, my work fills the pews

My memory It serves me right Take a long hard look You'll switch up sides

Stick a pin anywhere on a map You'll find us there That makes us a natural selection That makes it fair

There's a passage in the city charter - yeah You should read it through It was over 'fore it even started It's the science of the truth

Taking liberties I should take There's a precedent for what I do I got a feeling that you just can't shake it Face it - our work fills the pews

Look at me crashed out face down in sick And you choking on the foreign gravel My knee open like a red pocket We watch the day unravel Look at us dead drunk Brits deep in the shit Kicked out of a cab miles from the hotel My purse empty no money in it Can we cadge a lift on your beat up moped?

Can't stop getting wasted I'm out of my mind Can't stop getting wasted I love it when I'm high

Look at me blacked out dress soaked in piss You bring me round with an icy splashing My head banging cartoon stars spin Another Saturday night on the trashing Look at us we're it twenty-something club twits Pull rubbish moves in the basement Mod room My arms waving to a 60's hit Can we take a trip back to the bathroom?