Wire - Internal Exile lyrics

An idle glance absorbs the terror The weight of proof brings little pleasure The trick's the thing, a cereal measure Mao sifts the sh** from trash to treasure Marching! Marching! Primed and armed, a loose projectile Force into internal exile In apple light, the laptop lackeys Soft wear pedlars rake the readies Backstab sermons sitting pretty Bankrupt, cynics leave the city Marching! Marching His cupboard bare; his vision hardwired Roving tamer; empty larder Hearts of gold; no pot to piss in Join the queue of future has-beens A worker's thirst to be at leisure Dissatisfied without measure