Lyrics

We form an army of waifs and strays Caught somewhere between the minimum and living wage Confidence and apathy + alcohol = ecstasy Whereas a particularly stirring speech on the inner-workings of agricultural policy From some sickly side-parting in Savile Row finery doesn't really do it for me To be honest, I'd rather play Call of Duty or something Turn off the news and illegally stream The latest blockbuster hit can't-miss-this television series I wish I'd paid more attention in History Because I've got the distinct feeling everything seems to be repeating itself And with this; the last back-breaking camel straw A slackened jaw and dead eyed stare We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare