Degenerate Inanimate

Flaunts jewellery like there's no tomorrow

In pendant carries story of sorrow

Blubbers on about nights of meeting seals

Has not the willpower to distinguish fake from real

Sees hat being held outside the corner shop

Says, "I haven't but a fiver to toss on down the drain"

Proudly marches onwards, and upwards to the Hill

And pisses twenty of his money on a horse with no name

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Well, do you ever get the feeling that you're looking in a mirror

But with inspection see that this is no reflection

No, it's more an infection under skin, it's causing lesions

This anti-doppelgänger's mitts over your eyes with good reason

While following allegations yields nothing but goodwill

Makes a stark accusation and carries on until

Notes compared by outsiders show the same result

Tranquillise this escaped tiger and bring it to a halt

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Embraced this Richard Nixon with the highest adoration

This Piltdown man should sit down, man

It's leaked the blueprints to its plan

Man maketh self an obstacle to ricochet damnation

This Mr Clinton exhumes hints of lying 'bout their basic income

There never really was a march to William Hill

Until recently the thought of such would have me choking on my lunch

But now the plot has thickened like a sappy based adhesive

Have to admit, though makes me sick

Fabrications leave you drowned in shit

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate

Degenerate Inanimate