Solidarity Song

Oh, you could chat me into a coma

You say the same things over and over

What you spout bores me to death

Under arrest for oxygen theft

I don't care if you're well-versed

All your bollocks is rehearsed

Who cares if you know the tune

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity-

You've think you've got the great solution

You're gonna start the revolution

Turn the world upside down

Oh, I wish I could turn you down

You'll play the god in your own myth

You crave the taste of your own piss

Love the sound of your own voice

Squandered all the good night's joy

All the night's joy

All the night's joy

Like a fingernail against chalkboard, you're unbearable

Like the threat of a nuclear war, you give me headaches

Oh, when I'm sat on the end of a sofa

And you're there chatting me into a coma

There's some artist to my left

On my right, a stoner bereft

And adjacent sit a bickering couple

In the garden I hear some trouble

In a frame sits Dorian Gray

For a little bit of mise en scene

Little bit of miss en scene

Little bit of miss en scene

Like Dulce et Decorum est, you're drenched in irony

What a pity mate, what a pity

Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?

And whose world is the world?

Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?

And whose world is the world?

Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?

And whose world is the world?

Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?

And whose world is the world?

Oh, you could chat me into a coma

You say the same things over and over

What you spout bores me to death

Under arrest for oxygen theft

I don't care if you're well-versed

All your bollocks is rehearsed

Who cares if you know the tune

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity Song"

To Brecht's "Solidarity-