Dan Tindall

Incandescent and defective 

And bloody round the eyes 

Milford Sound is underground 

In this big picture lie 

Red in green-screen tooth and claw 

Now turn it to eleven 

Love the skin you live in 

It’s the only one you’re given 

Catatonic and volcanic 

Ride an acid wave 

You will discarded from the cradle to the grave 

Grace is not an option 

So observe the human race 

Just like Omar Bradley standing staring blankly into space 

Deadly and decisive 

Oh put your brain at ease 

Hit the regulator 

And summon up disease 

Genius is everything 

But keep it undercover 

So that Mozart is a film star 

‘Cos Ludwig was a brother 

Catatonic and volcanic 

Ride an acid wave 

You will discarded from the cradle to the grave 

Grace is not an option 

So observe the human race 

Just like Omar Bradley standing staring blankly into space 

Bona fide and misguided 

Your pain is undecided 

Rage is locked in cages 

Black and bolted to the ground 

Justice has a cataract 

And turns the eye that’s blind 

And death will come a-calling 

Neither notable nor fine 

Catatonic and volcanic 

Ride an acid wave 

You will discarded from the cradle to the grave 

Grace is not an option 

So observe the human race 

Just like Omar Bradley standing staring blankly into space

Well I get another message from a 123 

Come along and join me in my repartee 

Together we can weather all this misery 

And keep me sitting like a freak on the top of the tree 

It’s a kind invitation but I must be clear 

You’re the problem not the answer in this miserable year 

Your eyes are clouded and full of fear 

So put away the costume have another beer 

Yet another message from a 123 

A stark invitation to a dull livestream 

Looking like a deer in the full main beam 

In cyberspace everyone can hear you scream 

It’s a kind invitation but I must be clear 

You’re the problem not the answer in this miserable year 

Your eyes are clouded and full of fear 

So put away the costume have another beer 

Sign up sign up and receive communication 

Be a good sort join the organisation 

Definitions are open to interpretation 

But you be the crowd and I’ll accept the acclamation 

It’s a kind invitation but I must be clear 

You’re the problem not the answer in this miserable year 

Your eyes are clouded and full of fear 

So put away the costume have another beer

They pour the oil of human blandness 

On a world they see as flat 

They hand out sticks of anodyne 

Be satisfied with that 

They slice the fat in private 

With a long serrated knife 

And feast upon the losers 

It’s the Politician’s Life 

We have walked this path so often 

It’s been torture by decree 

It’s the madness on the hilltop 

And the creatures in the sea 

I have prayed to every god I know 

That we should be set free 

But here I am still waiting 

For the answer to my plea 

The demons blonde and bloated 

Run their banner up the mast 

To distract from their many lies 

And dodgy dealing past 

If you dare to mention anything 

You’ll be the sacrifice 

No-one tells the truth here 

It’s the Politician’s Life 

We have walked this path so often 

It’s been torture by decree 

It’s the madness on the hilltop 

And the creatures in the sea 

I have prayed to every god I know 

That we should be set free 

But here I am still waiting 

For the answer to my plea 

The screaming starving subject 

Are the chorus to their song 

And dying time must coincide 

With another greater wrong 

The cruelty of misfortune 

Will be spun like tumbling dice 

And lady luck is stuck inside 

The Politician’s Life 

 We have walked this path so often 

It’s been torture by decree 

It’s the madness on the hilltop 

And the creatures in the sea 

I have prayed to every god I know 

That we should be set free 

But here I am still waiting 

For the answer to my plea