Pardon me for grinning but the cardinals are sinning
And rebellion has always been my tipple
As punks all sip compliance on the rocks, and nuclear scientists concoct
Their alchemical creations, but they'll never be as smug as me
Barefoot in the snow, telling your new one-liner joke
And if I felt something remind me in the morning
The gate read something hardly indiscreet, in a language I don't speak
So my naivety should strike you as a warning
The prisoners of war pin the synopsis to the floor
So that they tower over what's to be expected of their sorry lives
The truth remains beneath them, where it never can defeat them, cos they're
Standing on the oligarchs affected by the bluntest knives
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
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Pardon me for grinning but the cardinals are sinning
And rebellion has always been my tipple
As punks all sip compliance on the rocks, and nuclear scientists concoct
Their alchemical creations, but they'll never be as smug as me
Barefoot in the snow, telling your new one-liner joke
And if I felt something remind me in the morning
The gate read something hardly indiscreet, in a language I don't speak
So my naivety should strike you as a warning
The prisoners of war pin the synopsis to the floor
So that they tower over what's to be expected of their sorry lives
The truth remains beneath them, where it never can defeat them, cos they're
Standing on the oligarchs affected by the bluntest knives
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
And rebellion has always been my tipple
As punks all sip compliance on the rocks, and nuclear scientists concoct
Their alchemical creations, but they'll never be as smug as me
Barefoot in the snow, telling your new one-liner joke
And if I felt something remind me in the morning
The gate read something hardly indiscreet, in a language I don't speak
So my naivety should strike you as a warning
The prisoners of war pin the synopsis to the floor
So that they tower over what's to be expected of their sorry lives
The truth remains beneath them, where it never can defeat them, cos they're
Standing on the oligarchs affected by the bluntest knives
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
No more questions please
Writer: Mark Beckett
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