FUCK YEAH, OBSCURE POST-PUNK

I looked at my watch and I saw I had no time Didn’t notice all the clocks on television Controlled violence on sale in new streets Don’t delay in boring studios Whatever happened to Emancipation Act ‘73? I think it’s lost, yes it’s lost In a world of satisfaction, no delay! Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk Because I can’t do nothing, can’t do nothing Seen is only truth in a shell of lies Distributed feelings to a race that doesn’t comprehend I don’t smoke, I just do it for the company Political problems, sexual frustration won’t end It’s the type of poison that doesn’t count in life I think not of the glasses but of the drink Glitter stardust in dull camp void Hero are you out there or is it just a shadow I could give you words if the world gives me vibes Tell me what’s the position between the man and beast? Impressions on a mirror for everyone of you to look at It’s the type of happening in a weird situation And that’s the reason for doing nothing Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words I have no words, no words