Coup Lyrics
We form an army of waifs and strays
Caught somewhere between the minimum and living wage
Confidence and apathy + alcohol = ecstasy
Whereas a particularly stirring speech on the inner-workings of agricultural policy
From some sickly side-parting in Savile Row finery doesn’t really do it for me
To be honest, I’d rather play Call of Duty or something
Turn off the news and illegally stream
The latest blockbuster hit can't-miss-this television series
I wish I'd paid more attention in History
Because I've got the distinct feeling everything seems to be repeating itself
And with this; the last back-breaking camel straw
A slackened jaw and dead eyed stare
We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare
We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare