Some folk they thing the bastards will come in fancy dress
A re-run of the monsters, a nod to the grotesque
They enter with the flowers to hide the clenched tight fist
Just say what we're all thinking, but it's a thought I must have missed
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
The lies our leaders spoke have burned our bridges down
It's hard to see the forest when you've burned down all the trees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It's hard to raise your voices when you're living on your knees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
Paper Rifles - It Started As a Joke Lyrics
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Some folk they thing the bastards will come in fancy dress
A re-run of the monsters, a nod to the grotesque
They enter with the flowers to hide the clenched tight fist
Just say what we're all thinking, but it's a thought I must have missed
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
The lies our leaders spoke have burned our bridges down
It's hard to see the forest when you've burned down all the trees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It's hard to raise your voices when you're living on your knees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
A re-run of the monsters, a nod to the grotesque
They enter with the flowers to hide the clenched tight fist
Just say what we're all thinking, but it's a thought I must have missed
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
The lies our leaders spoke have burned our bridges down
It's hard to see the forest when you've burned down all the trees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It's hard to raise your voices when you're living on your knees
And call that wasteland civilization, or freedom if you please
It started as a joke, but no-one's laughing now
Writer: Jon Dick
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid