Lyrics
Someone out there really likes me, you’ll never be this side of ninety
You’ll never feel the strength of wonder to get out of the shit I’m under
Do I sense some depravation? I’ve got a toothache and an itching
The face to face and loser zeros, and I’m a-shouting and illegal
(slow as) (-me), stop me, stop me, stop me
We could be anywhere, but you choose a (mere)
All the drinks, oh for (fast) (so), you act like you never take a
Sip . 'til I (say) get down (so), you’re feeling deep
In need
Inglorious, well take a back stance
Shake your face and buckle your pants
Wake and see, you’re young and free and boring us
Inglorious — 20 month leaders, anger fuel of a justice appears
Don’t cry pain, you’ll (break your chains/make no change), it’s obvious
Inglorious
When you believe your class of bitching, someone been your pointless listening
And make (.) when you love your (.), and then they’re just as weak as you are
So unhappy 'bout your vision, and come inside your blank tradition
A week of never beat the heroes, a week of generation follows
(.), afraid, stop, afraid, stop, afraid, stop, afraid
We could be anywhere where the future shares
Something fast, (so) be good, (so) be better, (and) be eighties am I
Set (back), to cash?, (back) you’ll come when the work is done
In (dream)
Inglorious, well take a back stance
Shake your face and buckle your pants
Wake and see, you’re young and free and boring us
Inglorious, so make a few stabs
Sail the wind and obey 'em or else
Sex and sin with something’s been in all of us
Inglorious
(go!)
Sailing all in a (million)/(sail it all in a meeting?)
(cue empty/ endlessly)
All the girls want a mother
(give to .)
Still, well I can hear y’all bullshit
Still, I can hear it all, raaaaa, aaaaa
Well why can’t you, where d’ya fall? (pull)
Stop me, stop me, stop me, stop me
You could be anywhere, but you choose a mere
So you quit ., but first ., they laugh ., the loser’s in the
Bath ., insist ., an ever growing (list) of debt
In (?)
Inglorious, well take a back stance
Take your place and buckle your pants
Wake and see, you’re young and free and boring us
Inglorious, well maybe it’s you, music’s all that’ll ever get through
People tire so quickly of the glamourous
Inglorious, inglorious
(press a bit of butter?!?) x4