Bloc Party - Staying Fat |
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Staying Fat
Bloc Party I rely on (bitter cold) A pair of trainers (I've got mine) I depend on (artic snow) Could make a God of the two of us (I want yours) I insist on (arctic snow) I exist on (apropos) Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in) A change of clothing (will fill the void) The sound keeps you hemmed to the past The walls are coming in again You gotta spin the fucking treadle... I rely on (bitter cold) The streets grid alone from the door The manmade fibres (I've got mine) I depend on (arctic snow) I decide on (apropos) That are the stuff of my birthright (I want yours) I retreat from (arctic snow) For a new world order (will suck you in) The sound keeps you hemmed to the past The dregs of discourse (will fill the void) You gotta spin the fucking treadle... The walls are coming in again The streets grid alone from the door In a pile of days between no oceans All the kids are rioting There's no art in a broken head All the kids are staying fat Check the body for valuables And I'm airIt's called progress Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres It's called progress If they want to kill themselves Then buy them the gowns It's called progress Progress |
