Bernd
12-24-2007, 08:47 AM
Everything and Naught
When hip-hop's selling perfume
And boy band's selling grief
The blues man's market life insurance just won't flip underneath
Jazz just chucks its concrete into transparent handkerchief
Everything is anything to anyone
The butchers sell you pantyhose
The supermarket sells you land
And the news really likes to read the news but he's also in a band
And feminism's fast asleep with a cock in either hand
Everything is anything to everyone
Modern, modern man is a man of many lives
So we decorate, we imitate, we duplicate their lives
It's the sound of octopuses giving infinite high fives
Everybody's business is show business
And the indoors wants you Oliver
And the outdoors wants you Audi
The bank they want a Tex or Hank
And the mic wants Pavarotti
Kitchen, garden, wardrobe, property in the sun
Everything is anything to everyone
The newsagent sells you holidays
The travel shop sells you sand
The local vicar saves your soul
But he also saves the damned
Nothing's black and white no more
Just permanently tanned
Everything is everything to everyone
Locate, locate, locate
Locate the victim's house
Swap their wives
And take their lives
And turn them inside out
Nothing left in closet
Nothing left in doubt
Everything is anything to everyone
Modern, modern woman
Is juggling many lives
Duplicating, decorating, imitating lives
To the sound of a million whistling wolves
From the ground of a thousand building sites
Everybody's business is show business
And the thin are getting thinner
And the big are getting bigger
Till 5 and 75 year olds worry about their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
Till everyone is looking at everyone else's dinner
And we shave our heads to make us look thin
Till the whole ****ing Earth's of fat bald skin
To the fitness instructors and the owners of the gym
I see piling down from the balcony of the trim
And there's your space, MySpace, their big mouth
Turns everything and everyone inside out
Your tube, Me tube, everybody spout
Everything is anything and naught is ****ing naught
Festive greetings to all
:16:
When hip-hop's selling perfume
And boy band's selling grief
The blues man's market life insurance just won't flip underneath
Jazz just chucks its concrete into transparent handkerchief
Everything is anything to anyone
The butchers sell you pantyhose
The supermarket sells you land
And the news really likes to read the news but he's also in a band
And feminism's fast asleep with a cock in either hand
Everything is anything to everyone
Modern, modern man is a man of many lives
So we decorate, we imitate, we duplicate their lives
It's the sound of octopuses giving infinite high fives
Everybody's business is show business
And the indoors wants you Oliver
And the outdoors wants you Audi
The bank they want a Tex or Hank
And the mic wants Pavarotti
Kitchen, garden, wardrobe, property in the sun
Everything is anything to everyone
The newsagent sells you holidays
The travel shop sells you sand
The local vicar saves your soul
But he also saves the damned
Nothing's black and white no more
Just permanently tanned
Everything is everything to everyone
Locate, locate, locate
Locate the victim's house
Swap their wives
And take their lives
And turn them inside out
Nothing left in closet
Nothing left in doubt
Everything is anything to everyone
Modern, modern woman
Is juggling many lives
Duplicating, decorating, imitating lives
To the sound of a million whistling wolves
From the ground of a thousand building sites
Everybody's business is show business
And the thin are getting thinner
And the big are getting bigger
Till 5 and 75 year olds worry about their figure
The big are getting bigger
The thin are getting thinner
Till everyone is looking at everyone else's dinner
And we shave our heads to make us look thin
Till the whole ****ing Earth's of fat bald skin
To the fitness instructors and the owners of the gym
I see piling down from the balcony of the trim
And there's your space, MySpace, their big mouth
Turns everything and everyone inside out
Your tube, Me tube, everybody spout
Everything is anything and naught is ****ing naught
Festive greetings to all
:16: