Nostalgic Pushead

[Intro]

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

[Verse 1]

I am the raping sunglass gaze

Of sweating men and escort agencies

'60s alienation, the anthem of care

Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids

[Chorus]

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

[Bridge 1]

They dig the new scene and their parties

Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity

Vicarious thrills re-run their youth

We follow, we have no voice, the dead

[Verse 2]

Radio nostalgia is radio death

I wanna cover diamonds on my wife

Hard rock nostalgia, the Stones on CD

Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed

[Chorus]

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

[Bridge 2]

So cool, the new sound of the decade

Thinks it's so fresh, not a post-Elvis still

All taste is nothing, old pictures blow-dried

Rebellion, it always sells at a profit

[Verse 3]

I am the face of fashion in Soho square

My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier

My cheeks blood-red as my favourite port

But hey! Cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay

[Chorus]

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Slavery to the beat

Slavery to the chord

Slavery to the pleasure

Slavery to the god

Some god