The Overload

I'm shaking up my eight ball 'cause I'm trying to see What tomorrow's world has got in store for me Your freedom don't come cheap I'm bartering hard with no room to give Living my life as if my head ain't a complete sieve Hold your horses, bandage up its bloodied knees Poor thing's been exhausted since '83 But from the causeway it's hard to see the full extent of the damage You couldn't see the woods for the trees Fuck me, how am I supposed to cope? In the age of the gentrified savage, there's no hope Kids these days they think they've been hard done by But they've never even looked at an iron lung like I did once They've got the whole thing wrong, just bumbling along On the bottom rung sucking each other off and huffing designer bongs It's a constant hit, it's not worth what they paying for it In my day, the gear on the street was so weak It could eat your ambition in a matter of weeks Just tryna envision the peak, and that's bleak And that's bleak The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won't relent, it won't repent How to remain in dissonance The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won't relent, it won't repent How to remain in dissonance Now then Look here, what you need to understand is If you wanna make some decent money from it You'd better off kicking That dickhead singer you've got in out the band And getting yourself a gig down The Grand I know the landlord Fat Andy And I bet he'd be up for giving you a leg up If you just give him a hand Just don't be doing originals Play the standards and don't get political I know what that dickhead singers like He'll end up in the back of an ambulance With the mic stand rammed up his arse twice over All 'cause he couldn't ignore the flag and be polite Show some respect and listen to my advice 'Cause if you don't challenge me on anything You'll find I'm actually very nice Are you listening? I'm actually very fucking nice The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won't relent, it won't repent How to remain in dissonance The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won't relent, it won't repent How to remain in dissonance The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won't relent, it won't repent How to remain in dissonance How to remain in dissonance How to remain in dissonance How to remain in dissonance How to remain in dissonance