WISECRACK LYRICS

"Proverbial Food"

Everywhere you look you see the same old thing.
Someone marching along. A walking regulation.
And I think to myself, "that's odd at best".
Why have we become a victim of reputation?

Why can't we be the best we can be without joining the army?

Everywhere you look you see ten thousand types of hair.
And it's getting to me. Life isn't follicly fair.
And I think to myself, "why does everyone care?".
Everybody wants to see the view from over there.

Why can't we be the best we can be without killing our souls, our dreams,
our sense of worth and especially our creativity?

How much more of ourselves do we have to sell?
And don't say that you don't cos I know me and you know you.
We're just animals hunting for proverbial food.
And we're both fucking hungry.

This is anti-fascist, pro-fun disorganisation.
This is a gathering to unite with anarchist intentions.
There is no more time to die. Last chance to live.
So come on, let's sing. Show me what you have to give.
With one arm raise a glass and the other find a friend.
Leave your issues by the door and start again.

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