Ted Leo & The Pharmacists Follow
The Stick lyrics
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend
Election time again, I wish that I was dead
Some conversation, if you're well read
To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head
While languishing in basements
Ten million corpses lashed to beds
Atrophied to archetypes
By all the able artists overhead
Mixed light of evening, sky of the sea
You take the Old North Road
'Cause that's where you feel free
Your hidden back roads
Your hidden dreams
A hidden cigarette
That actually helps you breathe
Play an ancient mix tape
Attempt a break from the routine
But dark on the horizon
Form that's never fully come to being
Still need a reason for your unease
You think the government, it wants you on your knees
But I'll tell you something and here it is
They want you driving to the supermarket
Buying milk and cheese
Generating taxes
To fuel their corn subsidies
You're either nibbling at the carrot
Or you get beat with the fasces
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- Track 5 on Brutalist Bricks
- 4 Even Heroes Have To Die
- 6 Bottled In Cork
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