Scritlocks Door

Problem at hand at Scritlock's door

The issue on your airway

Because out in the world the beaty groups

And the market forces play...

No wishing, no arty, no grab-it-and-run

Will rid us of this disease

It lays down the law, the wills and the won'ts

And it fucks up liberty...

Oh, interest is kept and money is made

By changing the scenery

Oh, fashion is fab when the product

Is made without necessity...

The paper, the language, the idle reply

Weighs like the fattest ghosts

The myth and the cackle, the dull history

Of the groups you like the most...

And what will you do when the market shuts you up

And takes your above-boards airway?

The artists, the message, the all above words

They're dismal anyway...

Oh, faith comma hope comma charity, there must be harder than this, Because fashion is fab, when the product is made without necessi--