Ted Leo & The Pharmacists - The Stick текст песни

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