I rely on
(Bitter cold)
I depend on
(Arctic snow)
A pair of trainers
(I've got mine)
Could make a God of the two of us
(I want yours)
I exist on
(Apropos)
I insist on
(Arctic snow)
A change of clothing
(Will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity
(Will s** you in)
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
(The walls are coming in again)
The streets grid alone from the door
(You gotta spin the f**ing dread or)
I rely on
(Bitter cold)
I depend on
(Arctic snow)
The manmade fibres
(I've got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright
(I want yours)
I decide on
(Apropos)
I retreat from
(Arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse
(Will fill the void)
For a new world order
(Will s** you in)
The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
(The walls are coming in again)
The streets grid alone from the door
(You gotta spin the f**ing dread or)
In a pile of days between no oceans
(All the kids are rioting)
There's no art in a broken head
(All the kids are staying fat)
And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It's called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
The time has come
It's called progress
If they want to k** themselves
We're gonna buy them the gowns
It's called progress
Progress