The Overload

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 it's 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 trying to 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

Because 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