Pigeons, wearing peacock feathers
But I can smell the stale bread, I can hear an empty head
Did you lose all your religion?
Was it the death of god? Then again, maybe not
Was that life? Well I say then once more
And they say “not again”, eyes rolling on the floor
Wasps in a hive, you’ve seen it all before
In every big city, the sight ain’t so pretty
Twinkle twinkle little star, do you remember who you are?
Diamond dust or shattered glass? This irony is growing rust
Tyranny or culture? Pigeon or a vulture?
Who was the first lost soul to lie that cynical will suit you?
Well I’m just having fun, my disco sounds like punk
And you can’t tell us what to do
What we’re supposed to do, how we’re supposed to be
Yeah you can play pretend until the very end
Which mind is locked, which mind is free?
80’s tracksuit, gloomy bas#ment, somebody killed the groove, nobody move
Are you waiting for a hip replacement or for the other pigeons to approve?
Is there anything you truly love?
You’re no better than those you hate
Can’t find no answers when you have no questions
Better late than ever, and you’re already late
Well I’m just having fun, my disco sounds like punk
And you can’t tell us what to do
What we’re supposed to do, how we’re supposed to feel
Yeah you can play pretend until the very end
Which mind is locked, which mind is free?
Sometimes I wonder if it’s by design
Or was it planted by somebody in your head?
I know you’re trying really hard not to try anything
Cause if it’s easy, you’re already dead
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