Blot

Welcome stranger listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again
Carve up-selloff
Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse
It's inherited its 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 worshipping their chrome
Carve up-selloff
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 up and I have strayed got caught up
And I prayed do you know what I've seen

The story's just the same but he 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-selloff

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 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 & I