Future Of The Left - Destroywhitchurch.Com lyrics

Well, it's no kind of city That keeps a man waiting for groceries and mobile phones I've got adverts on the back of my hands And I'm singing along, oh no I had no idea evil had such small ambition You learn something every day I've got worries in the back of my mind And they're singing along, oh no Na na na na na... In an attempt to integrate I joined a gang outside the local Spar But it ended in disaster When they stole my car, oh no Though I ask for destruction it's quite complicated I actually mean I want it saved I've got ulcers on the roof of my mouth But I'm singing along, oh no Na na na na... Bring your children to the child-thing Tie your placards to your bombs Now we know we cannot profit We should be more literal First we organise the parents Then we arm them with our jam Next we send them to environmental health inspectors While we make our stand No free lunch Three men walk into a mouse A blue mouse It's a joke - there is no such thing as blue Blue is revenge for Wegmans staff Craig - walk across the room to the computer Put your fat fingers on the keyboard And begin to type W-h-i-t church Started off with a mistake, an honest mistake But nonetheless an error, an err A French pigeon D (D) e (e) s (s) t (t) - r-o-y spells Roy As in a disappointing insurance salesman Who you dismiss from your drive With a flick of your pudding hand And he disappears in a fright Through the door of a green Honda Civic A broken man And you think about where he came from And you think about where he'll stay And you think about where he'll stay I tried to show my full support I tried to find the right domain name D-e-s-t-roy-W-h-i-t-Church I am skiing backwards through Calvin MacKenzie's garden in the summertime