In Flux - Sad Lovers & Giants

Big talk and gunsmoke

Death plays the white man

Strutting on film again

Suffer the weak hearts

Faecal emotions

Feeding the flame for a change

In flux again

Feeding the flame for a change

Caught in flux again

Stand up, sit down

Don’t think till i say

Mumbling dissenters won’t get paid

Pushed out to the sidelines

A passenger

You’d think it’s a crime

This chip on my shoulder

You’d think it’s a crime

Over my head now

Big talk and gunsmoke

Walk holding hands laughing strangely

Caught in their workhouse

Caught in their bad jokes