Icons Of Filth - Treadmill lyrics

The heat is on and the wolf is at the door. Them rats they race daily and they're starting to gnaw. Santa's claws are coming and the boss is getting fat. The kids have seen the adverts and they'd like a 'bit of that'. Your capital's an 'ism'. Your pipe is just a dream. Your fortress is a prison and you 'has' has never been. Aiya Napa is the lost resort and it seems a world away. Twelve months' bollocks for two weeks frolics, but it's the price you choose to pay. Mouth is dry and chest tight. Prozac aids sleep at night. The deal is real, believe spiel. Tread that wheel ' til you keel. Browbeaten at the workplace, then home to 'domestic bliss' and all the times you've beaten her face, then replaced it with a kiss and abused her in the bedroom, you'd like to show her what its for. But Master Bates is full of hate and can't get it up no more. The toddlers hear the heated words as they lie awake in fear. Wetting beds through nerves. They're learning from their peers. Another peep from those you 'keep' and you're going to confirm their fears. She's been lying. Where's he hiding? time to set those fists-a-flying. Victims by day and by night. The system loves you, yeah alright. Perfect subjects, fine fodder. You just fight one another. The deal is real, believe spiel. Tread that wheel, 'til you keel. You're gonna climb that ladder like no ones climbed that ladder before. You're gonna climb that ladder like no ones climbed that ladder before. Visions for the ma**es through rose tinted gla**es, oh yeah. Visions for the ma**es through rose tinted gla**es, oh yeah. The heat is on. The ladders long. The hard ain't on. Is there something wrong? Tread that wheel 'til you keel. Tread that wheel 'til you keel. Tread that wheel 'til you keel. Tread that wheel 'til you keel.