Luddites & Lambs
Yes, I broke the telescope twice
Honey, your et cetera blows
Me and my confetti over a splendid range
I evolved a century as I read that diary
The car left the road (the car left the road)
And all I could see was present day
Without the tattoos or tyres
A girl is on the cover again
Turn the channel over, I require every lung
Measure up a plaster cast 'cause I feel mortal
Let's make a man (let's make a man)
And let's give him triggers
(Oh, you rust the gears with your blood)
Slow release your medicine ball on me
Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be
(Throw your body onto the cogs)
Girls Aloud, you're sapping my energy
Speaking in tongues in enemy territory
(Wreck a piston they can't ignore)
Microsoft, you wanna be my lover
Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter
(This is a rehearsal no more)
Teeth and nails, your little anatomy
War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery
Bodies replete with everything, everything
All of the prisoners clamouring, clamouring
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
I demand a shuffling of cards
Doctor (in) and animal (out)
Terrify us with your tales of a tragic loss
Half an hour later, they'll be on my eyeballs
Telling the time (telling the time)
And fashioning stretchers, asking me
Who left all the pyramids on? (Who left all the pyramids on?)
First the Romans, then all the birds
Lipstick on your feathers, oh, I'm a dinosaur
Even now I hear them from the engines run like
Luddites and lambs (Luddites and lambs)
Like Luddites and lambs
(Oh, you rust the gears with your blood)
Slow release your medicine ball on me
Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be
(Throw your body onto the cogs)
Girls Aloud, you're sapping my energy
Speaking in tongues in enemy territory
(Wreck a piston they can't ignore)
Microsoft, you wanna be my lover
Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter
(This is a rehearsal no more)
Teeth and nails, your little anatomy
War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery
Bodies replete with everything, everything
All of the prisoners clamouring, clamouring
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
Stone and the soil, you're killing me, killing me
Steam and the oil, you're telling me, telling me
Lovers, I know you're out of your element
Joking aside, I've never been anything
Faking my death, you're telling, me telling me
Measure my breath, you're selling me, selling me
Heal the hull, I want it to be over
Flashing a bulb, you're gonna hurt somebody
Oh, you want her for your euphoria
Bullets and effigies, narrower, narrower
Money in mouths, you're selling me, selling me
Heavenly hounds, you're telling me, telling me
Bodies repeat with everything, everything
Bodies repeat with everything, everything
I decide there's nothing in my body
I decide there's nothing in my body
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
Honey, your et cetera blows
Me and my confetti over a splendid range
I evolved a century as I read that diary
The car left the road (the car left the road)
And all I could see was present day
Without the tattoos or tyres
A girl is on the cover again
Turn the channel over, I require every lung
Measure up a plaster cast 'cause I feel mortal
Let's make a man (let's make a man)
And let's give him triggers
(Oh, you rust the gears with your blood)
Slow release your medicine ball on me
Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be
(Throw your body onto the cogs)
Girls Aloud, you're sapping my energy
Speaking in tongues in enemy territory
(Wreck a piston they can't ignore)
Microsoft, you wanna be my lover
Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter
(This is a rehearsal no more)
Teeth and nails, your little anatomy
War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery
Bodies replete with everything, everything
All of the prisoners clamouring, clamouring
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
I demand a shuffling of cards
Doctor (in) and animal (out)
Terrify us with your tales of a tragic loss
Half an hour later, they'll be on my eyeballs
Telling the time (telling the time)
And fashioning stretchers, asking me
Who left all the pyramids on? (Who left all the pyramids on?)
First the Romans, then all the birds
Lipstick on your feathers, oh, I'm a dinosaur
Even now I hear them from the engines run like
Luddites and lambs (Luddites and lambs)
Like Luddites and lambs
(Oh, you rust the gears with your blood)
Slow release your medicine ball on me
Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be
(Throw your body onto the cogs)
Girls Aloud, you're sapping my energy
Speaking in tongues in enemy territory
(Wreck a piston they can't ignore)
Microsoft, you wanna be my lover
Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter
(This is a rehearsal no more)
Teeth and nails, your little anatomy
War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery
Bodies replete with everything, everything
All of the prisoners clamouring, clamouring
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
Stone and the soil, you're killing me, killing me
Steam and the oil, you're telling me, telling me
Lovers, I know you're out of your element
Joking aside, I've never been anything
Faking my death, you're telling, me telling me
Measure my breath, you're selling me, selling me
Heal the hull, I want it to be over
Flashing a bulb, you're gonna hurt somebody
Oh, you want her for your euphoria
Bullets and effigies, narrower, narrower
Money in mouths, you're selling me, selling me
Heavenly hounds, you're telling me, telling me
Bodies repeat with everything, everything
Bodies repeat with everything, everything
I decide there's nothing in my body
I decide there's nothing in my body
I decide there's nothing in my body
How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Pritchard, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman
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