Ministry of Self-defence

The city's burning red
In ministry of self-defence
I'm hiding armed with a slice of pizza
And a pack of cigarettes

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on the walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It's time to pack your bag
And charge the torch!

If tomorrow brings a flood
You'd see my poker face
Michael sings we got to make
This world a better place
If tomorrow brings a flood
We're going to the outer space
We'll make a space a better place
For human race
Only

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on the walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It's time to pack your bag
And charge a torch!

On and on, on and on
It's getting better
On and on, on and on
It can't get no worse, yeah?
We are reaching supervoid!
We are reaching supervoid!

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on the walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It's time to pack your bag
And charge a torch!
On and on, on and on!



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