Solidarity Song

Lyrics

Oh, you could chat me into a coma You say the same things over and over What you spout bores me to death Under arrest for oxygen theft I don't care if you're well-versed All your bollocks is rehearsed Who cares if you know the tune To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity- You've think you've got the great solution You're gonna start the revolution Turn the world upside down Oh, I wish I could turn you down You'll play the god in your own myth You crave the taste of your own piss Love the sound of your own voice Squandered all the good night's joy All the night's joy All the night's joy Like a fingernail against chalkboard, you're unbearable Like the threat of a nuclear war, you give me headaches Oh, when I'm sat on the end of a sofa And you're there chatting me into a coma There's some artist to my left On my right, a stoner bereft And adjacent sit a bickering couple In the garden I hear some trouble In a frame sits Dorian Gray For a little bit of mise en scene Little bit of miss en scene Little bit of miss en scene Like Dulce et Decorum est, you're drenched in irony What a pity mate, what a pity Whose tomorrow is tomorrow? And whose world is the world? Whose tomorrow is tomorrow? And whose world is the world? Whose tomorrow is tomorrow? And whose world is the world? Whose tomorrow is tomorrow? And whose world is the world? Oh, you could chat me into a coma You say the same things over and over What you spout bores me to death Under arrest for oxygen theft I don't care if you're well-versed All your bollocks is rehearsed Who cares if you know the tune To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity Song" To Brecht's "Solidarity-