Another fine timing for a step into line For four budding young stars who've just found the time An old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme Well just watch them boys because they can't fail this time Well I've heard all the screams of another barmy army But who sits in hotels with champagne and salami? It only leaves you to be the one who's barmy You're being led on to make a superstars fortune Yeah, we live in dead cities, and the streets are grey But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that way I can see this rebellion on my TV screen But no sign of a future for you and me A slight reflection of the past, but that didn't last Because the people who mattered weren't rolled in the cast They're lining up another lot, all idols who Will be nailing down the coffin on me and you You tell me about the Conflict barmy army. Well, excuse me if I laugh, but I think it's rather funny That when the businessman farts the punters go running We are just the latest pile of shit; can't you see what's coming? The businessmen whisper from backroom thrones Their long grasping tentacles are hungry and strong Top chart hits and in future, we can't go wrong But it's only their wallets that get fat on our songs Does it really matter about the businessman side? I don't really give a fuck, if punk's dead or alive. Top chart hits and future, they can do that for you. But just ask this question, is it false or is it true?
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Copy to Clipboard: Another fine timing for a step into line For four budding young stars who've just found the time An old tune and shit words, as long as they rhyme Well just watch them boys because they can't fail this time Well I've heard all the screams of another barmy army But who sits in hotels with champagne and salami? It only leaves you to be the one who's barmy You're being led on to make a superstars fortune Yeah, we live in dead cities, and the streets are grey But I don't need Top of the Pops to make me think that way I can see this rebellion on my TV screen But no sign of a future for you and me A slight reflection of the past, but that didn't last Because the people who mattered weren't rolled in the cast They're lining up another lot, all idols who Will be nailing down the coffin on me and you You tell me about the Conflict barmy army. Well, excuse me if I laugh, but I think it's rather funny That when the businessman farts the punters go running We are just the latest pile of shit; can't you see what's coming? The businessmen whisper from backroom thrones Their long grasping tentacles are hungry and strong Top chart hits and in future, we can't go wrong But it's only their wallets that get fat on our songs Does it really matter about the businessman side? I don't really give a fuck, if punk's dead or alive. Top chart hits and future, they can do that for you. But just ask this question, is it false or is it true?
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