Lyrics

Dick Privilege

Skin a fugitive in an age of reason
This tragic-comedy’s a way to go
I’ve got a way to get your fingers dirty
But do you wanna know? No no no

Finished in fudd foam green
Where did you get them teeth?
Your rudimentary grasp of reality bites
Born in the key of D Minor
The saddest key
Mother’s heart bleeds and bleeds
She got it wrong wrong wrong

Let’s throw a party for a blinkered vision
With lady petrol and cocaine
We’ll scream emergency and sow division
Mutual envy, now what you say?

Embitter the perfect romance
Embody molten arrogance
I’ll be your echo chamber
I’m ready, I’m ready for

Happy or sad must be an exhibition
What youthful sediment devolved into troll
That dick is sharing too much information
The boss is coming so row, row, row

Make ya learn like Gordon Burns
Together we can pay your dues
Like Barbie and Ken with a chequebook and pen
A crossword without any clues
I’m the sour, I’m the sweet, I’m the liberal elite
Like a cop in a hot pursuit
Well it might make sense to you but only when I life the lid on my….
Dick Privilege….

Eye to eye to lie to know

Pin the tail on the Great British Dream