Gordon Moakes - Staying Fat lyrics

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