I'm in the kitchen, itching
Your love got me fidgeting like a pigeon
Back and forth, mind control
Ritalin, tired stories told
Riveting tales of former glories old
Fail to hold grace and we face the smoke
'Til we billin' em
Spark of a light-bulb filament
Same fake news we get sold
And we take our chances in case our doom is imminent
Lasting difference made by dissidents
Ambivalence to the cause
Evidence of course
In how we manage to carry on pandering
To these savages who damage without remorse
I want to force an average increase in police presence on the streets
But also up in government behind close doors
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
To consume the news
I'm confused by who's moving like that
Battered bruised and blue
We continue to do the same as we always did
And we find that
We lack human intuition and our efforts
To develop a benevolent nation
Fall short into depression
Vacant faces, aching status
Made by faking, I don't like that
Food for all don't come through
Smoothing cracks over with Pritt Stick Glue
The rich pricks knew that
They knew to keep the circle small and check the angle facts
They knew to give us the tools to cure a supposed downfall
And got us thinking we're the criminals and we'll lap it up
We'll make 'em pay for that
Scapegoating cruel greedy cannibals
Treat most of us like battery animals
Packed up in factories and our statutory rights are affected
Consume the news and wait for that
Day of doom
I won't stay for that
One simple aim to relax through apocalyptic times
Looking at my TV set
I'll be blazing up in my fancy maisonette
Supersonic space-ship flying
In his sock he's got a sack of narcotics
And a pack of cigarettes
Sending him psychotic
Chronic blazing in his king skin
Helps him forget about that regret
A quick fix sits very nice with us
We like to bury our heads
Instant dopamine acts as potion
To numb us on our sofas
As we drink to forget
Should be focused on getting our heads in the right place to think
And better yet make a difference
If I say so then you know
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
Different Sauce Video (MV)
Performed By: Tommy Brown
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Daniel Bierton, John Hicks, Thomas Blown
Tommy Brown - Different Sauce Lyrics
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I'm in the kitchen, itching
Your love got me fidgeting like a pigeon
Back and forth, mind control
Ritalin, tired stories told
Riveting tales of former glories old
Fail to hold grace and we face the smoke
'Til we billin' em
Spark of a light-bulb filament
Same fake news we get sold
And we take our chances in case our doom is imminent
Lasting difference made by dissidents
Ambivalence to the cause
Evidence of course
In how we manage to carry on pandering
To these savages who damage without remorse
I want to force an average increase in police presence on the streets
But also up in government behind close doors
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
To consume the news
I'm confused by who's moving like that
Battered bruised and blue
We continue to do the same as we always did
And we find that
We lack human intuition and our efforts
To develop a benevolent nation
Fall short into depression
Vacant faces, aching status
Made by faking, I don't like that
Food for all don't come through
Smoothing cracks over with Pritt Stick Glue
The rich pricks knew that
They knew to keep the circle small and check the angle facts
They knew to give us the tools to cure a supposed downfall
And got us thinking we're the criminals and we'll lap it up
We'll make 'em pay for that
Scapegoating cruel greedy cannibals
Treat most of us like battery animals
Packed up in factories and our statutory rights are affected
Consume the news and wait for that
Day of doom
I won't stay for that
One simple aim to relax through apocalyptic times
Looking at my TV set
I'll be blazing up in my fancy maisonette
Supersonic space-ship flying
In his sock he's got a sack of narcotics
And a pack of cigarettes
Sending him psychotic
Chronic blazing in his king skin
Helps him forget about that regret
A quick fix sits very nice with us
We like to bury our heads
Instant dopamine acts as potion
To numb us on our sofas
As we drink to forget
Should be focused on getting our heads in the right place to think
And better yet make a difference
If I say so then you know
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
Your love got me fidgeting like a pigeon
Back and forth, mind control
Ritalin, tired stories told
Riveting tales of former glories old
Fail to hold grace and we face the smoke
'Til we billin' em
Spark of a light-bulb filament
Same fake news we get sold
And we take our chances in case our doom is imminent
Lasting difference made by dissidents
Ambivalence to the cause
Evidence of course
In how we manage to carry on pandering
To these savages who damage without remorse
I want to force an average increase in police presence on the streets
But also up in government behind close doors
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
To consume the news
I'm confused by who's moving like that
Battered bruised and blue
We continue to do the same as we always did
And we find that
We lack human intuition and our efforts
To develop a benevolent nation
Fall short into depression
Vacant faces, aching status
Made by faking, I don't like that
Food for all don't come through
Smoothing cracks over with Pritt Stick Glue
The rich pricks knew that
They knew to keep the circle small and check the angle facts
They knew to give us the tools to cure a supposed downfall
And got us thinking we're the criminals and we'll lap it up
We'll make 'em pay for that
Scapegoating cruel greedy cannibals
Treat most of us like battery animals
Packed up in factories and our statutory rights are affected
Consume the news and wait for that
Day of doom
I won't stay for that
One simple aim to relax through apocalyptic times
Looking at my TV set
I'll be blazing up in my fancy maisonette
Supersonic space-ship flying
In his sock he's got a sack of narcotics
And a pack of cigarettes
Sending him psychotic
Chronic blazing in his king skin
Helps him forget about that regret
A quick fix sits very nice with us
We like to bury our heads
Instant dopamine acts as potion
To numb us on our sofas
As we drink to forget
Should be focused on getting our heads in the right place to think
And better yet make a difference
If I say so then you know
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Taxes target the poor
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
It's like I bought different sauce
I see the cracks in the contours
Sea full of plastics and fag butts but we can't resist more
Writer: Daniel Bierton, John Hicks, Thomas Blown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid