Oppositional Democracy - Lawrence Arabia

What’d you put in my heart

That makes me howl at the moon?

There must be some magnetic pull

That holds us together

Put your hand on my lip

Cos nothing good will pass it

Just words of spit to make you sick

Cos we’re those kinds of lovers

I’m not enlightened

There was no Enlightenment

We’re living a nightmare

So why I am I still here?

Look at you old boys

Emitting that low noise

It shouldn’t be such a turn on

But I’m as hard as hell

What’d you put in my drink

To make me put up with you?

It must be some kind of superglue

That keeps us together

Put your hand on your hip

Cos you know just how I tick

And where to flick and how to pick me off in an instant

We should be mindful

I’m working on mindfulness

We got us into a fine mess

Now how do we get out?

Just look at you dull bores

Releasing your null roars

It was never a turn on

But I’m as hard as hell