90 Seconds To Midnight

Your manifesto

It's all a mess though

Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco

You spark an essay

On what you say goes

Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau

Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye

They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify

The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone

The guns for hire are at the door

Pray to your god

Come friendly bombs

Div on the TV

It's like he sees me

Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy

Here's a reset

Nuclear sunset

No one's getting out alive

I was born in chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye

They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify

The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone

The guns for hire are at the door

Pray to your god

Come friendly bombs

Sit down and listen

Tick tock on the doomsday clock

We're the VIPs of the aftershock

Tick tock on the doomsday clock

We're the VIPs of the aftershock

Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye

They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify

The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone

The guns for hire are at the door

Pray to your god

Come friendly bombs

Come friendly bombs