Blot

Welcome stranger listen in The presumption of innocence was buried again Carve up-sell off Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse It's inherited it's recurring, oh God I have walked I have swum I've hitchhiked and I've run do you know what I mean I have sat with my beer in the EH drive in do you Know what I've seen The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear And hip and phone They're worshiping their chrome Carve up-sell off Some people speak with chainsaw tongue, Some just golden arches smile Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide I have dreamed I have schemed I have made Myself clean do you know what I mean I have sat I have strayed got caught up And I prayed do you know what I've seen The story's just the same but the ending it can change He wants to build a monument it's everlasting in cement It's cellular recombinant he is not lite he will not die Carve up-sell off Gonna pick up all the pieces they're available from species With all the goat and all the sheep and all the Human bits and pieces but he'll make you Sign the DNA releases, welcome In the year of the reign of the real citizen kane, Wilkommen, the squeeze is on, it's a falling down on thou and I --- Blot - Midnight Oil