Spit On It lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Icarus Line
Album: Penance SoirÉE

Lyrics

This is a list in no particular order of the things that can keep a man stuck inside the fear of outside
The cannibal clerks that make mistakes only to blame themselves on you
Grease in the palms of giant companies that should be building bombs
Fastback frills that curdle over weeks give me the chills
Prevent awareness!
Lost advice generously spilling from the mouths of decrepit casualties who save their souls from forces
That breed control. it wasn't always this way. industry slaves catch the wave that kills art for pay
I'm gonna feed you your children and eat from your bowl. sorely sought sounds more like poorly taught
Prevent awareness!
Weather and feather. ignored and vilified
This ain't no list. there ain't no order. keep your head stuck inside
Fear of outside. you're stuck on inside. you suck on inside. let's go out