New Art Riot EP


New Art Riot

Vintage aromas and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration Diktat
Hospital closure kills more than car bombs ever will
But it saves money because people are expendable
You cold shoulder insurgens yet love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs as it makes governing easier
Revolution soon dies sold out for a pay rise
China, Russia, England all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads is silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration Diktat

Strip It Down
 
Ain't no fun at the government hall
Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed
 
Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts
 
Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is are and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich
 
You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate
 

Last Exit On Yesterday
 
Dance to the Valentine, anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin
 
Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease
 
Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails
As backs break thorns dig deeper in
 
Baby can't have her little bit of love
Cos it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover
 
So dull and tired, of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost
Laugh at the TV, empty sell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your choice
 

Teenage 20/20
 
I wanna wake to a shot parade of health
And take a spray can to my useless vote
I don't like your city Dresden dance
I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck
 
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
 
Speeding so lonely into wall after wall
Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call
Sick to the stomach of our fingertip scrawl
All your rebellion corporation owned
 
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving