Yard Act - The Overload lyrics

[Yeah, yeah, yeah] I’m shakin' up my eight ball coz I’m trying to see What tomorrow’s world has got in store for me Yeah freedom don’t come cheap I’m bartering hard with no room to give Living my life as if my head ain’t a complete sieve Hold your horses, bandage up it’s bloodied knees Poor thing’s been exhausted since '83 But from the causeway it’s hard to see the full extent of the damage You couldn’t see the woods for the trees fu*k me how am I supposed to cope In the age of the gentrified savage There’s no hope Kids thesе days they think they’ve been hard donе by But they’ve never even looked at an iron lung like I did once They’ve got the whole thing wrong, just bumbling along On the bottom rung su*king each other off and huffing designer bongs It's a constant hit, it’s not worth what they paying for it In my day, the gear on the street was so weak It could eat your ambition in a matter of weeks Just trying to envision the peak and that’s bleak [And that's bleak] [Chorus] The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won’t relent, it won’t repent How to remain in dissonance [Repeat] Now then, look, what you need to understand is If you wanna make some decent money from it You’d be better off kicking that dickhead singer you’ve got out the band And getting yourself a gig down The Grand I know the landlord Fat Andy And I bet he’d be up for giving you a leg up If you just give him a hand Just don’t be doing originals Play the standards And don’t get political I know what that dickhead singers like He’ll end up in the back of an ambulance With the mic stand rammed up his arse twice over All because he couldn’t ignore the flag and be polite Show some respect and listen to my advice Because if you don’t challenge me on anything You'll find I’m actually very nice Are you listening? I’m actually very fu*king nice [Chorus] The overload of discontent The constant burden of making sense It won’t relent, it won’t repent How to remain in dissonance [Repeat]