The Ratchet Effect

Your cheap ride to heaven lingers

Wrapped around your sticky fingers

Your belly filled with blood and rock

Bound below and the chopping block

Put on your sackcloth and your ashes

In your car that always crashes

Come and go like pearls in fashion

You’re throwing up your daily ration

I can’t speak, I can’t say

I got a taste I can’t disobey

I can’t go, I can’t stay

I got a taste can’t disobey

So smooth, but very rough

I’d have a go if I was hard enough

At the stick with second sight

Tick-tick-ticks the clock that’s never right

Keep pushing on an open door

Across the thin red line where less is more

Starve those steeples of despair

On the waves of I Don’t Care

I can’t speak, I can’t say

I got a taste I can’t disobey

I can’t go, I can’t stay

I got a taste can’t disobey

You can’t speak

Stay

You got a taste, don’t disobey

You can’t go, you can’t stay

You got a taste, don’t disobey

You can’t speak

Stay

You got a taste, don’t disobey

You can’t go, you can’t stay

You got a taste, don’t disobey

Don’t speak

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey

Don’t disobey