Scritlocks Door - Scritti Politti

Problem at hand at Scritlock’s door

The issue on your airway

Because out in the world the beaty groups

And the market forces play…

No wishing, no arty, no grab-it-and-run

Will rid us of this disease

It lays down the law, the wills and the won’ts

And it fucks up liberty…

Oh, interest is kept and money is made

By changing the scenery

Oh, fashion is fab when the product

Is made of necessity…

The paper, the language, the idle reply

Weighs like the fattest ghosts

The myth and the cackle, the door huts the rear

Of the groups you like the most.

And what will you do when the market shuts you up

And takes your thought boards away?

The artists, the message, the all above words

And the dismal, heavy way…

Oh, faith comma hope comma charity, they must be harder than this,

Because fashion is fab, the product is made of necessi--