Lyrics

The terror of completing capitalism Ruined your lunch break, ruined your lunch The same nice summer but with gullotines Didn't sit well, was a bit too French My baby tells me to pull out the pin But I'm still staring at the boys in the bowl In the nostalgia wars There were no survivors Sometimes I remind him of his father Who is not dead, not dead yet The problem is his father is an idiot Being dead would be a slight improvement My baby tells me to pull out the pin But I'm still staring at the boys in thе bowl In the nostalgia wars There wеre no survivors The terror of completing capitalism Ruined your lunch break, ruined your lunch The same nice summer but with gullotines Didn't sit well, was a bit too French Spock culture made a man out of mass Spock culture made a man out of mass In the nostalgia wars There were no survivors