Pack up your accents Pack up your batteries Now go marching Back to the factory A bunch of (drugs sent) Down to the mattress Car park asphalt tastes good, actually (x 2)
Is anyone thinking anything at all? (x 3) Is anyone thinking anything?
I know I had Something to say It lost a meaning and it faded away (x 2)
Woaaah!
So punk is dead And this is so new Your revolution Cooked up in a boardroom I like the message On your t-shirt I don’t know what it means But the colours really work
Pack up your accents Pack up your batteries Now go marching Back to the factory A bunch of (drugs sent?) Down to the mattress Car park asphalt tastes good, actually
Is anyone thinking anything at all? (x 3) Is anyone thinking anything?
I know I had Something to say It lost a meaning and it faded away (x 4)
I know I had Something to say It lost a meaning and it faded away (x 4)
Compositores: Alexander Gregor Pennie (The Automatic), Iwan Huw Griffiths (The Automatic), Robin Harry Stephen Hawkins, James Frost ECAD: Obra #25139362