Staying Fat

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1: Gordon Moakes & Kele Okereke] I rely on bitter cold I depend on Arctic snow A pair of trainers, I've got mine Could make a God of the two of us, I want yours I exist on apropos I insist on Arctic snow A change of clothing will fill the void Could lift us into fidelity, will suck you in [Chorus 1: Kele Okereke & Gordon Moakes] The walls are coming in again (The sound keeps you hemmed to the past) You gotta spin the fucking dreidel (The streets grid alone from the door) [Verse 2: Gordon Moakes & Kele Okereke] I rely on bitter cold I depend on Arctic snow The manmade fibres, I've got mine That are the stuff of my birthright, I want yours I decide on apropos I retreat from Arctic snow The dregs of discourse will fill the void For a new world order will suck you in [Chorus 2: Kele Okereke & Gordon Moakes] The walls are coming in again (The sound keeps you hemmed to the past) You gotta spin the fucking dreidel (The streets grid alone from the door) All the kids are rioting (In a pile of days between no oceans) All the kids are staying fat (There's no art in a broken head) [Instrumental Break] [Outro: Kele Okereke] And I'm air-kissing, back-slapping Check the body for valuables It's called progress Come on, pilgrim, sing to the pyres The time has come It's called progress If they want to kill themselves We're gonna buy them the gowns It's called progress Progress, progress, progress, progress Progress, progress, progress