Nostalgic Pushead

Verse 1:

I am the raping sunglass gaze of sweating man and escort agencies

60s alienation the anthem of care

Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

They dig their new scene at the parties

Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs diety

Vicarious thrills rerun their youth

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We follow we have no voice of the dead
Verse 2:

Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife

Hard rock nostalgia the Stones on CD

Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

So cool the new sound of the decade

Think it's so fresh not post Elvis still

All taste is nothing all pictures blowdried

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Rebellion it always sells at a profit
Verse 3:

I am a face of fashion in Soho square my tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier

My cheeks are blood red as my favourite port

But hey cocaine keeps cholestrol at bay

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Slavery to the beat slavery to the chord slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the God

Some God