The Girl Doesn't Get It

Well the girl doesn't get it
And you can't ever tell her
She will go with whoever wants her
It's a myth that they're selling
That there's one perfect fella
Take the pick of the cherries - go slow!
There's a world through the front door
There are people who need more
There is love in the supermarket

I got hopes for the future
And it doesn't need money
And it doesn't need two-faced liars

One face is smiling
Telling us to be afraid
Painting a world of darkness
But the other face is hidden
And the eyes are looking back in time
Gazing out on a fading empire

You're alone in the dark night
Sitting down with your worries
'Cause your glorious youth got fucked up
You're a train in the siding
You're a car in a pileup
You should dance till your heart is joyful

I don't want to be aloof
Wear the glasses of untruth
I just want to become immortal

They'll take profits over people
They will make the country great again
Just as long as it's white and ugly
Fear the immigrant workforce
Fear the kids raised on the internet
They are scared if they can't control you

Are you living or waiting
For the time to get better?
Between sorrow and nothing, choose pain
If compassion was honoured
All our dumb human problems
Would belong in a bin marked history
We will shake hands politely
Feel the pull of attraction
'Cause love is our consolation



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin
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