The Argument lyrics

on the morning of the first eviction

they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son

furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family that little piggie went to market,
so they're kicking out everyone

talking about process and desmissal forced removal of the people

on the corner shelter and location

everybody wants somewhere

the elected are such willing partners

oh, i don't want one

i don't want one

i don't want one

(x7)

i want a mutally assured destructive life

seizing separate culture

to take me over

moving silent like radar

take me over, and blow out my mind now

full disclosure, coming sponsered by no one

take me over, and blow out my mind now

ejected

oh, i don't want one

i don't want one

i don't want one

(x3)

Congradulations. Stop.
Wish I could be there. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know
Is there anything left to know?
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Accesory, accesory, accesory

We regret to inform. Stop.
Miss you dearly, signed sincerely. Stop.
Tell me something that I don't know
Is there anything left to know?
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Number one is aqcuisitions
There is no foreign soil
Go global like a round thing
Go global like a hole
Every money matchmaker
Splicing green as fast as you can
Let's break it down and start again

Memo to the partners
I'm changing all the locks
I'm pissing on your modems
I'm shredding all the stocks
Choose a color for your ceiling
I'm waiting for the bottom to drop

when they start falling, executions will commence

sides will not matter now, matter makes no sense

how did a difference become a disease?
i'm sure you have reason, rational defence

weapons and motives, bloody fingerprints

but i can't help thinking it's still all disease

here comes the argument

here comes the argument

here comes the argument

folderol

when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins

can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again

you mental-pack your chambers full for no reason you can name
a boil-in-bag blook supply you know it's murder on the veins

ohh, don't you feel it now?

viva viva viva, laugh and love

viva viva viva, threatening

fuck your fucked directives god i want a new invective

custom built to form fit you say it to your face

if i get to choose i'll take something real
the fight to feel while your next meal is

calling loosely trademarked as the best fucking thing you've ever had

inside your mouth all comet cleaned and scrubbed down landscaping

the sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore

scars on every stalk

whose mouth should i use to talk?
the force that marks the routine

temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing

and lay our heads in it now

it's hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped

i'm just a warehouse filled with junk

some somethings for some someones tacking

born into race and nation accept family and obligation

i'm not a citizen i'm not a citizen
embrace tradition and occupation

cull memory for assimilation secure for future generations

secure for future generations

i'm not a citizen i'm not a citizen laying in this cold field

waiting for the call feeling right here in this uniform i think i got

looking out for cars and mortality trying to find some sort of geometry

avoiding mistakes keep an eye on every step i take

everything is building and it appears that you're all architects and engineers
that's how it looks that's how it looks from here

i'm an ex-spectator can't you see

i'm an ex-spectator never let me, never let my, never let my vision get in the way of