歌詞
Ready to be part of the scene
Post war blues and destruction
Dead beats looking for exit signs
Running on nothing
Now look who's the talk of the town
White trash pill popping art school clowns
They had a lot to shout about
They where looking for something
New waves crashing over the bow again
Is it art or destruction?
Depends how you see it
The drummer he's the draw of the band
They're misfits they're not real lookers
'We could cash in big if we sell it back to the working class people'
All the people they just wanted to get high
Elevated
New waves crashing over the bow again
Is it art or destruction?
Depends how you see it
Depends how you see it
Depends how you see it
Ready to be part of the scene
Post war blues and destruction
Dead beats looking for exit signs
Running on nothing
Nothing
Written by: Martin Wilson
