Shot In The Head

Well they tell you it will all be groovy
But you know its a disaster movie
You know they're lying
'Cos their lips are moving
(Smooth operators, rigging the papers)
Spinning stories, well it's just telling porkies
A sleight of hand while they sell you their scam, they say
"We're on your side" while they're bleeding you dry
(Look the other way, just look the other way)

Out go the lights
(We pray, we pray)
We'll be alright
(Charade, charade)
All worth the cost
(We pay, we pay)
Keep a stiff upper lip
Things were worse in the Blitz

I didn't vote for this, nobody asked for this
There's something rotten in the body politic
Nobody ratified this act of suicide
A shot in the head, a shot in the head.

Truth is relative, not an imperative
They tell you what they need, and hope that you don't see
You're being groomed being played for a dope
(They've got your number and they won't let you go)
And its all about the view and the angle
You need perspective if you want to untangle
The lies from the truth, the chaff from the wheat
(See the wood for the trees, see their hypocrisy}

Out go the lights
(We pray, we pray)
We'll be alright
(Charade, charade)
All worth the cost
(We pay, we pay)
Keep a stiff upper lip
Things were worse in the Blitz

I didn't vote for this, nobody asked for this
There's something rotten in the body politic
Nobody ratified this act of suicide
A shot in the head, a shot in the head.

Strong and stable
Strong and stable
Strong and stable
Strong and stable

They saw you coming yeah they sold you a pup
Told you things will be better but they're stitching you up
And you can't change your mind, there's no way to rewind
(You lost get over it, you lost get over it)
So just keep grinning keep your eyes on the prize
As we sink to our knees in the sludge and the slime
If you think this is winning then I've got some bad news:
You've been sold down the river and we're massively screwed

Out go the lights
(We pray, we pray)
We'll be alright
(Charade, charade)
All worth the cost
(We pay, we pay)
Keep a stiff upper lip
Things were worse in the Blitz

I didn't vote for this, nobody asked for this
There's something rotten in the body politic
Nobody ratified this act of suicide
A shot in the head, a shot in the head.

I didn't vote for this, nobody asked for this
There's something rotten in the body politic
Nobody ratified this act of suicide
A shot in the head, a shot in the head.



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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