Versuri Nostalgic Pushead

  
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I am the raping sunglass gaze 
Of sweating man and escort agencies 
60's Alienation the anthem of care 
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids 
 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
 
They dig the new scene and their parties 
Where stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity 
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth 
We follow we have no voice the dead 
Radio nostalgia is radio death 
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife 
Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD 
Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed 
 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
 
So cool the new sound of the decade 
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still 
All taste is nothing old pictures blowdried 
Rebellion it always sells at a profit 
I am a face of fashion in Soho Square 
My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier 
My cheeks blood red as my favourite port 
But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay 
 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
Slavery to the beat 
Slavery to the chord 
Slavery to the pleasure 
Slavery to the God 
Some god